OK here we go.I was.born in India you may heard of the stereotype how parents tell their children what to study what to do and where to go etc all that bullshit. Our education system is kinda different. So here's me at age 18 who failed his 2nd PUC exams for the second time having no idea what to do in life and depressed as fuck. My parents who instead of being supportive, they shun me saying I have brought shame to them, how can they show their face in the society and start comparing me to my brother and sister. My sibling's were above average in college and were placed with good jobs. Me almost on the verge of suicide. 2 months my parents didn't speak to me as if I was dead to them and that's when I decided that its time for a change, my brother was my only support. I moved out of the house and started attending college. 5 years my brother paid for my rent and food during this time parents had forgotten they had a 2nd son who was still alive, they went on without even caring for me and assumed me dead. After college ended I applied for a major course in Frankfurt Germany, brother paid for everything and always told me to live how you want and not to worry about anything. After finishing my course I got job at Volkswagen group and the first person I told this was to my brother but the first asked me was why was i going to work so early he wanted me to spend a year traveling having fun. But I didn't care abt it that time and started getting my life together and after working for a year I had saved up enough money to repay my brother. Came back to India to meet him and repay him for the things he did for me in life. He never accepted the money and just said "your my brother dude what the hell is that money for." My parents still don't know what I do or how I live they assumed I was dead for a long time until my brother told them I was alive. My brother hated my parents but he couldn't leave them alone at their age. Still to this day I talk to my brother everyday and thank him every single day. I don't regret leaving my parents nor not talking to them. Back into my life? Fuck no. I wouldn't even go visit their funeral unless my brother tells me to.