When mom called us downstairs we all extanage looks as if to ask who made her angry even Tonya the favorite golden kid was a bit nervous as our mom impatiently called us yet again I can only think damn woman I’m coming as we walk into the kitchen I expected something about the toilet seat or our shitty cleaning anything but a other sibling Mom had been acting more strange than normal and I’m not talking about the weird food stuff it was the random bouts of tears and her almost constant mood swings which I’d try to point out to dad but he’s always to busy with the second job to notice but half a decade later the newest addition was born I walk into the house and see the baby in my spot in the couch guess I was middle child status now “Really? A bit to early to start being a brat don’t you think” he looked down at you and joined you on the couch his eyes lit up as he thought he finally had a person he can boss around if he asserted some older brother authority maybe you won’t grow up to join in the Chris hate train