I know my step brother did something to her, accidentally or not. If we had known at the time, we could have given her some attention to make her better, but no. My brother’s the type of person who’ll do something but not say anything in fear of getting in trouble. I normally wouldn’t care if it was something like breaking a plate, but instead, he broke a living creature.

Do you know what you’ve done? You’ve made it so that another living being has to go through hell every day, constantly in fear of everything around it. All because you didn’t have the guts to admit something and deal with the consequences. Bravo, man. Great work.

But what I hate is that two days later, my sister-in-law went to get assistance because she heard about it, and got three times as much money as we did and her rent paid. So now they get the government to pay for their drugs and food and rent and get to sit around and be lazy drug addicts that don’t take care of their kids right. Meanwhile, I get to bust my hump and struggle to keep my family’s head above water and try to do it the right way.