Those words became the motto of my life. Give in to your sister. She’s weak. Be patient. As Olivia grew, the pampering never stopped. When she cried, the whole family rushed to her side. I was different. I had to clean my room, do my homework, and manage everything on my own, because I was the older brother, expected to be independent so I could look after my sister.

I remember when I turned eight, I dreamed of a new bicycle. My parents promised to get it, but then Olivia caught a fever, and the savings went to hospital bills. I didn’t cry. The next year, Olivia wanted an expensive doll. Over time, I grew used to shouldering the responsibility. Olivia grew up in that cocoon of indulgence, and it turned her into a reckless, irresponsible young woman.