Mark Rodolfo was my older brother who was older than me by five years.
He was a jealous child. A really really jealous child. And he was the one controlling my parents with his manipulative schemes.
That's why I said I had caring parents, but they never really paid as much attention to me as they did my older brother. Whatever I wanted, they gave it to me, but if my brother wanted what was mine, they would give it to him without exceptions.
This sort of situation is mostly a reversed situation in other families. The younger one was the pampered one and the one who always got to have the things the older one owned with their parents saying things like, 'You know he's younger. You should pamper your younger one.'
But it was the complete opposite in my family.
It was almost like a curse.
My older brother was a menace, and sometimes, I still have this gut feeling that the reason my luck in life was so bad was because of him.
I didn't have any proof but I just felt it was so.
