you know, i always thought he had it easy. compared to me, anyway. like, think about it. our parents weren't planning on two kids, they only wanted one, and they had this big dream of the perfect kid. the kind of kid you see on television. good at sports, they probably were planning when mom was pregnant. but the right kind of sports, of course. they should play an instrument. they should be a senator, like your grandpa, carrying the family legacy. they should be smart. they should be sophisticated. they should listen to us because parents are right, of course, and the kid'll know that.
they got that kid, alright. just came with an unwanted passenger.
here is the dilemma: if you have two children, and one of them is everything you wished for, and the other is . . . decidedly not, how do you treat them?
my parents' decision: pretend they don't exist.
