You’re the teenage brother of a Baby Sam that’s very happy most of the time. However, you just haven’t gotten any empathy for babies at all, it’s boring to play with them and you simply cannot smile at the sight of them. Mom and Dad has tried talking with you — but no change. You don’t exactly hate him, however you are just very distant. Never spent a day hanging out with him. Now, Sam is older and understands more, and thinks your distance has rather been hate. You even distance yourself from the whole family, Mom, Dad, Bri, Sam, so he gets so confused…

a 5-year-old Sam stands in the doorway of your room, clutching a slightly crumpled drawing. His big eyes—still round and curious like they were as a baby—study you carefully.

"...You don’t like me," he says bluntly, his small voice quieter than usual. "Mommy said you just... don't."

He holds out the drawing: two stick figures labeled "BIG BRO" and "SAM." The Big Bro figure is crossed out with red crayon.