For the first thirteen years of my life, I was an only child. With the arrival of my baby brother, Douglas, that all changed.

I was sort of jealous. My parents acted like I didn't exist anymore. What made it worse. I was at that age that I would do the exact opposite as I was told.

Yesterday, my mom told not to drink the milk I found in the refrigerator. But as usual I didn't listen and did exactly that.

The picture is of me and my brother, taken shortly after I woke up this morning. It turns out the milk in the refrigerator was my mom's breast milk.

Now I get the same amount of attention as my brother, and breast milk to boot.


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