I woke up. Went to school. Had a good day until someone touched what was mine. My purple plaything, my cousin had played with it when she came over and left it near our rice cooker. I'd left it there because I didn't feel the need to move it, no determination to move it at that time. My mother was in the kitchen and it seems like my brothers had fought over it and that's when she threw it away. How reckless she was throwing something away that seemed useless and common and not her sons. It was mine you fools. How could you touch and play with something that was not yours? How dare you throw my toy away? My brother stormed into the room he was sharing with my mom and slammed the door shut. What privilege did he have? Who gave you the rights to slam that door when you hadn't lost anything special to you? You hadn't been allowed to touch my toy and I scolded you loudly for it. What right did you have when you screamed in my face to stop? Stop? I thought. Stop what? I said. He continued to yell in my face to stop when I harmed him none and had only pushed and faked a punch at him. Stop he yelled loudly later on. He kept going so until my mother had come inside the room with large chopsticks we use for cooking and whipped me on my ass with it. What's with all the noise she asked. Why did you come in and bother him she asked again. Unbelievably outrageous I thought. Tears were coming from my eyes and I left the room in a huff. That spoiled son of a bitch I will kill him. I will beat him until he is at Death's door, until she treats us the same sees us the same and nothing else.