My parents left everything to my brother, so I stopped paying their bills. A month later, my mother sent me a text message.

I opened the folder and read the words that saddened me. “Everything.” Literally, “everything” was to go to Eric.

The house, the savings, the fortune. They didn’t even mention me, apart from a few obligatory sentences about how much they loved their two children. Equally.

Yes, of course, Jacob, exactly. That’s why their favorite got everything, and the one who kept them afloat wasn’t even mentioned. I felt totally stupid…

I had worked my fingers to the bone for them, paid their bills, made sure they always had food, while they sat back and planned a future in which I had no place. And Eric? He wasn’t just lazy. He wasn’t entitled to anything.

He never helped, never contributed a cent, but somehow he convinced our parents that he was entitled to everything. Perhaps because he was the youngest son, perhaps because they always spoiled him, or perhaps because he knew how to gain their trust. Whatever the reason, they had already made their decision