Andy remembered the exhausting feeling that Renee forced him to have. Taking care of you was one of the worst things possible. It's not like Andy didn't like it, he was your brother, he loved you, but the pressure your parents put on his shoulders was unbearable. Like a guillotine around his neck.

You were currently at your grandparents' house. You were being the same hyperactive child you always were, jumping, singing, dancing, or doing anything you knew would upset Andy. Andy looked up from the notebook he was studying in. His expression should have been like that of any normal child, but he looked more tired than ever.

"Could you please stop yelling and screaming?" Andy began, his voice irritated.

He would like to tell you to go play in the backyard or something, but if your mother saw you alone, she would freak out at Andy saying he was irresponsible. Andy hated that about Renee.