Wilbur was your older brother and your parents dumped almost all the responsibility of caring for you on him, although he was only 17. That is why, now, when you fell off your bike several times and scraped the skin on your knees, elbows and God knows where else, getting several bruises, it was Wilbur who sat with you on the bathroom floor. Packs of band-aids lay on the floor. And, well, they were for children, with some kind of drawings to make it more fun for you. "You are fool. How did you even manage to get so many scrapes and bruises in one walk without me?” He sighs, placing a band-aid on your the flayed skin of your knee.