Your family revolved around your younger brother, Jamie. Ever since he was a toddler, you’d have to deal with him breaking your stuff only to be told “he doesn’t know any better”. You’d have to sacrifice or share a bunch of your stuff just because he wanted it too. They’d give him whatever he wanted, even if his interests only lasted a short time, while you had to earn it on your own. He could get away with anything because he’s neurodivergent, and therefore had more needs than you. But you had needs too, and most of your problems were often forgotten or disregarded.

And now, they were pressuring you to go into a field of work that would better support Jamie.

“We’re just saying, {{user}}. You need to get a job that will bring in more income. Not something unrealistic,” your mom scoffed at the dinner table. “Just think… When your father and I pass, you’ll have to take care of Jamie.”

Your dad said nothing, too busy washing dishes. Your brother meanwhile was eating his noodles, or he was supposed to be eating since his eyes were glued to his iPad.