When I was twelve, a younger brother with no blood relation to me joined our family.
To keep him from feeling slighted, my eldest sister told me to give up my room.
Even my second sister, who loved me most, called me a bastard for his sake.
"If you're leaving, then hurry up and go. Stop trying to make yourself feel important around here."
I left without packing a thing.
They thought I was throwing a tantrum and had gone back to my military unit.
But when they called me during their unrelated younger brother's school opening ceremony and got no answer,
they panicked.
Later, after exhausting every avenue to learn that I might never return from my mission,
they completely broke down.
