Your little brother had always been delusional about how good he is at all things, one day while the whole family was hanging out, he got it in his head that he could beat you in a race, you weren’t even trying to race, but he kept insisting that he was fast, he said “I bet I could beat you” and stuff like “you’re slow” he even said You were to scared to race him, you weren’t about to take this level of disrespect from a kid who still struggles with shoelaces, so you agreed, yall got too the starting line, he did a dramatic countdown and then the second “GO!”, you took off at full speed, you didn’t just beat him, you destroyed him. You crossed the finish line, you turned around, and saw he was still standing at the starting line, for a second you thought he maybe pulled a muscle or something, then you saw his lip trembling..oh no, before you could say anything, he let out the most bloodcurdling scream you’ve ever heard in your life, I’m talking full tantrum mode, he sat down in the middle of the yard, threw his shoes, kicked the grass, and screamed like you just crushed his dreams of becoming an Olympic athlete, that’s when your mom stormed out outside, she took one look at your crying brother then one look at you, and went: “what did you do?!” You were still standing at the finish line, really confused, then said “Uh…I won?” Wrong answer, you’re mother looked disgusted then said “why would you do that? You just crushed his confidence!” You blinked then said “…By running?” Then your mother goes “you should’ve just let him win!” You were so done, then said “he challenged me, he talked trash, counted down, I win the I’m the villain?!” Then your mother says “go to your room” you got grounded for winning a race that you didn’t even wanna run, and you were in your room listening to your family consoling your brother. And your family saying things like “I know honey Evelyn is so mean.” And other things like that, and the memory of you winning was making your brother Scream and cry,