My brother, not the eldest, asked for a loan from me… the sibling who has been considered unfit to work. I swear, it is the greatest irony. I’m the youngest and the dependent. Despite that, I do get a steady income for groceries and medicine.

Well, this is the pathetic thing. My brother comes into my room and asks about a favor – one I should not tell my parents about. As usual, I tell him it depends on the favor. I’m not going to say yes before knowing what it is. Well, he finally stops beating around the bush and tells me.

That car I mentioned? My father helped him get it, I believe. He spoke about something dealing with how he thought he had enough money in his bank account but did not. Dad already wrote the checks, he said this, they did that, blah, blah, blah…

I don’t know why my brother even bothered explaining to me. He knows I don’t understand what the heck he is talking about. That sort of stuff is what causes me unable to function in the real world. I cannot comprehend.

Here was the banana of it all though. Guess what he asked for the loan? $400! I look at him and think that he must be really nuts. I mean, I got my monthly check in the bank just yesterday. My monthly check is pretty much that amount. My god, Bro! I have groceries to buy. I put in my share on the house payments. Mom and Dad are going to notice if I cannot get groceries this month!

I gave him half, though. Yeah, call me a schmuck or whatever. I’m a saver and he owes me. I’m pretty damn sure he’ll pay be back too. Still though… Jeez! Pathetic! Look at me! Look at them! There is something terribly wrong here! Gah!