When I graduate, I want to never see my family ever again, especially my brother. The life he is choosing is the life of failure. He was never a good brother to me. I have no heart for him. I truly hate him and dream about him dying. My parents still acted like he was the best child of the family. He stole $400 from me to buy himself an iPhone 5. Because of what he did, he kept me from going to a student exchange program and have a chance for a scholarship. I will never feel sympathy for him. I know he will go through failure in his life because of where he is going and I will never be there for him. He is 24, and I am 16 years old, he has never matured. I will never see my family again. This is my dream.
