Youngest Brother Issue

(My annoying brother and my mother.)

My youngest brother turned 21 last June 5. He’s an adult. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I really can’t wrap my head around how he deals with things and how he’s coping with his age. Tell me—am I just a fault-finding, burdened eldest sister, or does he really need to get his act together?

He wakes up late—around 7:30 a.m.—when the house has already been busy since 4 a.m. My mother cooks for the school canteen, prepares breakfast and lunchboxes for my father, and we have chickens, pigs, and areas that need cleaning. It's manageable for now because I’m still here to pick up the slack, but I’ll be moving far away soon.

And it’s not just the late waking. He takes his time drinking coffee somewhere near the river, sometimes playing Mobile Legends too—while the chores remain undone. It’s like he thinks we have hired help.

He leaves his coffee cups by the fence or wherever he feels like it. We even lost a digging tool a few days ago because he left it where he dug for worms for fishing.

When he eats, he can’t just eat what’s already on the table. He’s obsessed with sauce—soy sauce, vinegar, ketchup, you name it—and uses more than he needs, wasting so much. He also leaves his area messy, scattering rice like he’s a Grade 1 student from the last section.

I’m already struggling with finances, and yet he still drinks coffee in the afternoon while smoking cigarettes—which is just so frustrating. Now, he’s suffering from itchy skin, and I’m fully convinced it’s from the toxins in his food choices and smoking.

I told him to take care of my dog—a Belgian Malinois named Bella. It drives me crazy when he neglects her meals and doesn’t bathe her. My mother ends up doing it, even if her laundry isn’t finished. She gave Bella a bath recently just to get it done.

And there he was—just standing there, holding the hose.

Photo's mine.
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