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My dear brother...
You are 11 years older than me.
You became my parent, when you were only 12 years old, when mother and father were not there.
You helped me with my studies, keeping aside your work.
You used to drop me to my college, even when you were getting late for office.
You supported me, when mother and father were against my decision.
You became my strength.
I respect you a lot.
Brother I LOVE YOU.
But dear brother, I HATE YOU.
I HATE YOU THE MOST.
I HATE YOU FROM THE DROPS OF BLOOD FROM BOTTOM OF MY HEART, FROM THOSE LAST OSTEOBLASTS OF MY BONES AND THOSE SMALL FIBERS OF MUSCLES.
Because, you have hurt mother and father.
They don't deserve this. They don't deserve such hatred from you. I know, they opposed you for many of your decisions, but they still loved you. They did it because they cared for you and loved you and couldn't see you hurt and lost. In return, you left them hurt and numb and went away. They feel hopeless now. They fell hopeless to the level that they have forgot they still have one daughter, who may not show but do care for them. Yesterday, you were sitting in front of us, but YOU IGNORED US LIKE STRANGERS. Ok, you can ignore me, but HOW DARE YOU TO IGNORE MOTHER? Thankfully, father was not there to experience such hurt.
Mother says she is hurt. But she still hopes that you will come back to them.
I wish, YOU SHOULD NEVER COME BACK. I want to be successful and earn money to the level that you will be jealous of me and feel hurt because of it. I want to take revenge for all that you did with MY parents.
I would say to you that time "If you mad, stay mad we're not alike."
I HATE YOU.
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