Memories of my Mother crying in her bed for weeks, and my Father becoming more distant still live in my brain. Having to mature so quickly with a situation even adults could not even control took a toll on my everyday life. It seemed that nothing I could do would contribute to the strength of my family, I was hopeless. Very soon I realized that social aspects had become a new skill that I had to require. Believe it or not, in the first five minutes of meeting someone I have come to dread the average question. “How many siblings do you have?” The question is simple, and quite mandatory in small talk, but for myself, my heart stops in it’s tracks. Either I am left with the option of becoming vulnerable, with telling my whole life story to a stranger, or disinclude my brother. I was living in a new world, having to navigate life with things I had never thought would of effected me.One of my biggest fears in life is outliving my older sibling, and I am heading full speed to his nineteen years old. Little things such as planning my road test, and applying to colleges, which are supposed to be exciting, leave me feeling guilty. The thought that my own Brother should of had these opportunities always lingers in the back of my