My Brother Made Me Wear a Red “Not Family” Wristband at His Rooftop Gr…

being treated like I didn’t exist while my younger brother Derek was worshiped like he’d invented oxygen.

Growing up as the oldest child should have meant something. It should have meant responsibility, respect, being the example.

In my family, it meant being the practice child, the one my parents made all their mistakes on before Derek came along and continue reading …