I don't mean to rat, but he used to scratch me to be with our mom. I didn't really cling to anyone at that age. I thought I played with him to be nice because when he was little our mom would leave him somewhere and I'd be there and ended up playing with him. I still have a scar from when he scratched me and it left a line of blood. It seems almost as visible as my stitches and the same kind of scratch on the top of my hand from when I left an AP exam to use the restroom and scratched my hand on the wiring of some posters.
So, often people will notice my brother after they notice me and think it's safe, but it's not.. Maybe it is now, but he has his ways, with me and probably others. He seems to be adamant all the time on how his childhood was different than mine, but that's his own fault. He's never just positive and plows through. He doesn't seem to remember how good he has it.
