I do not truly believe anybody is born bad. I think they are raised that way. It is not always intentional though. Some are spoiled rotten. Some are abused. Some are neglected. My brother was “born bad.”

            First, some history. I was adopted at birth. My brother was not. My parents adopted him when he was about two or two and a half years old. His birth parents were alcoholics or something and I think his dad was in jail. So, for two years he lived in that house and absorbed those behaviors. So, he was born into our family bad.

            The first time my mom left my brother and I in a room alone, he bit me on the nose. It only escalated from there. When we were young, he would constantly steal my toys. He would also bite me. We got a little older, around seven or eight years of age, I think. He would sneak in my room in the morning and hide under my bed. Then he would scare me. Whenever he did this, I would be mad. Not only because he scared me, but also because he woke me up.

            After that he would steal my books, money, and anything else I had that he wanted. He was a pain to deal with. He had to argue over everything and usually put me in a bad mood.

            Now days, he is semi-violent, he lies all the time, and he loves to argue. He still steals things, but not nearly as often because we lock our doors. He mostly just steals food now when we forget to lock the pantry door. He is not deprived of food. He eats enough to satisfy two or three people. Hopefully, he will get his act together soon. If not, I will be gone in two years anyway. I will just have to endure it that much longer.