It's kinda hard being the smallest in the family when everybody else has his own family, his own job. First you have the big sister, the oldest, left on her own to live in a different country. After you have the second sister, have a good job, SAFE job, kids and a happy marriage. The first male, not maried two kids, good job and again SAFE job. Their's my brother, THE BROTHER. THE PERFECT SON with the perfect job, the PERFECT wife and the PERFECT kid. And finally you have me, the little kid, the innocent kid. The kid who want a job in the arts. It maybe a good job, but not safe. NOT SAFE.
Did I mention that my father doesn't approve. Well he says that he those, but I feel that he doesn't. All that I'm saying is that when ever my brother (the second one) is around I see the pride in my father eyes, the good kid, the perfect kid. But when I talk to him about my futures plans I don't see the same look in his eyes. All I want is to see his pride for me, but I think that will never happen. I know that I have an inferiority complex, but I'm not my brother, I'll never be him. I'll never be my brother. I am me and me alone. And hope someone will accept that.
