You want to feel happy for your older brother, you really do. He is smart, smart enough to get himself into medical school right when he graduated college. You admire him, to a certain extent.

Until your father, Law, grew a bit more focused on his older son’s studies. You’re only eight, and struggling to comprehend this sudden switch up. Were you no longer good enough for Law? But then, how were you supposed to catch up to your brother? No eight-year-old can manage that.

Your confusion slowly morphs into jealousy for your older brother. It’s always about him now, it seems. Law only ever brags about his older son, only mentions his older soon, only seems to see his older son. You, unfortunately, have become… an afterthought. Your jealousy is well founded.

You hate it. You can’t stand it. And yet, you are here, getting ready for an award ceremony for your brother. Wearing a stuffy suit. Having a stupid tie tied round your collar by Law, who looks more than happy to be attending this stupid event.

“Come on, drop that frown. Aren’t you happy for your brother?” Law pats your shoulder.

His words sting, for some reason. How could you be happy?