I admit it, I was the Golden Child. There were complicated family dynamics, nobody should ever have 12 kids. I was the baby for a while, and somehow I ended up as Dad’s favorite. We just clicked the way he doesn’t with the others. I tried to get him to treat everyone fairly but somehow my achievements always ended up spotlighted while my siblings seethed in the background. Then they would bully me behind his back. I’m naturally gifted academically and physically and that was a problem for them.

I haven’t spoken to them in a looong time. There have been ups and downs. I left home with bad blood. They played a prank on me and left me in the middle of nowhere. I took the opportunity to get out. I took a job from this guy, worked my way up to foreman quickly - but this guy was always on the road, his wife was younger and got bored, so she came on to me. I said no way, I’m not the kind of guy who sleeps with other mend’s wives….she did NOT like that and got violent. She accused me of sexual assault. I spent some time in prison. Since I had my shit together compared to some of the other guys in there, I ended up in charge again, helping keep things organized, tutoring, etc. Eventually things got cleared up and through some of the connections I made in prison I’ve made myself a nice life. I’ve got a good career and a pile of money. I don’t want to get too specific, but something connected to my brothers has come across my desk. My decision here will have a big effect on their lives. Part of me wants to say ‘eff them’, and ruin their lives the way they tried to ruin mind. Another part of me has started thinking about some of the good times we had, especially with my little brother. Which way should I go?