I honestly don't give a shit if you hate it. He's my brother and it was my birthday gift. It was the first thing someone ever made for me for my birthday.
   It means a lot to me because he is my family and he actually took time to care about me. He actually made something and it wasn't a card.
   Remember what I got for my 13th birthday? Nothing. Remember my 12th? I got 6 belt lashes for something I never did. And you missed my ass. Completely.
   She cares about me as much as he does, she just didn't have time, which is fine because I didn't expect anything from either of them and she plans to get me something. I don't want anything for Christmas, yet they insist.

   They're my REAL family- something that you could never be.