When I was eight or nine, my older brother picked on me a lot due to the fact he was the middle child with anger issues. One day he was ripping huge farts on my face for no reasons until I started crying and screaming for him to stop until my dad came in the room and was asking what was going on. My brother told me not to snitch on him but I knew if I told my dad what my brother was doing to me he wouldn’t hear the end of it. I told my dad and he grabbed my brother, brought in the front room, threw him on the floor, Sat on him hard and started ripping huge darts on him until he was gagging, crying and gasping for air. He learned his lesson the hard way and never did that to me again.
