First off, I don’t think there’s anything more important in the world than family. I’m 19 and my brother is 21. I’ve hated him for as long as I can remember. He’s always been a terrible person to me my entire life. We both live at home with our mom and most recently he stole my safe from my room with all my valuables inside and when I confronted him about it he lied and pretended he had nothing to do with it. He was bullied all through out school and always had problems, and he looks up to me which makes my hateful feelings towards someone I’m supposed to love even harder. But the face is that if he died tomorrow, I doubt I’d feel anything at all and that kills me. I hate hating another person, especially my brother.