prideful anonymous

yesterday, my family got into another quarrel about something
meaningless- except this time, i, the kid, intervened and apologized.
one of the signs that your sibling relationships are awesome is
when you realize that you were at fault literally seconds after
an offense. i smirked at my brother, asking him to help with the laundry
using a i-know-you-are-not-going-to-help tone and in response,
he shoved me to the wall a little bit more aggressively than usual.
my mom, not understanding that i totally deserved to be pushed
suddenly got protective of me and angry at him. knowing that i was a jerk
and wanting to avoid further conflict, i said sorry, then he said sorry...
but my mom was still mad at my brother for some reason.
anyways, after my brother and i made up in record speed, everything,
at least in my opinion, became nothing short of a sitcom.
basically, my mom was arguing about how my brother treats me
worse than his friends (actually, it's quite the opposite; my friends,
if i treated you worse than my brother, most of you would not be
my friends). meanwhile, my brother was telling her that he was
showing me tough love- which, in most cases, is true. and little
me, i was just doing the laundry listening in on their conversation
and offering my counterarguments from the corner. i think the only
time they heard me was when i shouted out to my brother.
me: "hey! i love you!" smiles* (no response) squints eyes* (silence)
"do you love me?!-"
my brother: "yes! okay?! stop saying that! it's freaking weird, you gaylord."
me: "hehehe...you said you love me." continues doing laundry* scene ends.
alternate ending- dad: "i don't want to do this, david, but if you continue
being mean to your brother, i will charge you rent." smiles*