(Nothing really changed, I jut deal with it a bit better now)
My brother, Kane thought it was hilarious that I was so angry in the mornings,
so as I trudged through the house to the bathroom, he would follow, skipping, singing Moonshadow by Cat Stephens.
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One week when I was around sixteen, I was very sick with the flu.
I spent most of the week on the lounge, curled up, shivering.
One day during this week, Kane thought it would be hilarious to bend over and fart on my head.
As soon as I moved my head to get away from the smell, he punched me as hard as he could in the arm.
I layed moaning in a lot of pain. Apparently, the reason I was punched was because I had moved. He thought I was going to chase him, but I was really just trying to breathe.
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Our younger brother, Adam caused Kane a lot of grief over the years.
One weekend, our step siblings, Nicole and Stephen came over to stay. Stephen brought along a plush doll of Stan Marsh from South Park. At the end of the weekend, when they packed to go home, no one could find the Stan doll. Adam had shown great interest in this doll all weekend and wasn't shy in taking what he wanted, so all eyes were on him. The whole family searched everywhere. Kane looked furious. "Where did you put it, Adam?!"
Adam was sure he didn't steal it.
After a few hours of searching, we gave up. Adam was sent to his room for the remainder of the day.
While Mum and our step father, Rob were taking Rob's kids home, Kane quietly approached me in the lounge room with our old plastic chair. It was an unusual shaped chair that pulled apart. He looked over his shoulder then popped the chair open. Inside was the Stan doll.
"I wanted it" he said.
I laughed in disbelief, "You've got Adam in so much trouble"
"Fuck him" he replied.

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