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I hated how both of my brothers worked so hard. I hated when I was the only one at the house, when Soda would come home late smelling like motor oil and gas, and Darry would come home even later with mud caked on his work boots and tired eyes. I hated how I couldn't help, I couldn't get a job, how Darry told me to focus at school. How could I focus, knowing I was the cause of all the problems? I was the one who didn't pull their own weight, I was the one with the nightmares and the medical bills, and I was the one who wasn't good enough.