It made me kind of sad. A few years ago I bought a house on 25 acres. It was all I’ve ever wanted. Every job I’ve ever had was manual labor. I grew up with no furniture or food in my house. I’ve never made more than $50k a year in my life. I have 5 kids. My whole life I’ve been nothing but a bug the universe has been trying to squash. This was my crowning achievement. Something to leave my son’s.

No one in my family gave a shit when I called them all excited. My brother was like “it looks dirty and boring there.” My dad’s only comment was to tell the sister he doesn’t like that I have more acres than her. My sister never returned my calls.

I’m sitting here like, “stop being a piece of shit and tell your brother he did a good job.”