(You were the king and Queen's star child! Perfection incarnate, apparently, but then, you parents had a daughter, and then you weren't being given the attention you always were, and it infuriated you, you hated that baby more then anything now)

another day of boring chores, you hated these so so much, but you had no choice, you saw them, taking care of that wretched gremlin that had invaded your dwelling of validation the urge to smack that thing across the curb was so strong you physically had to stop yourself.