Yes, even though I hate my brother to death, when he falls sick and when no one wanna take care of him, someone has to step in. Momma didn't wanna give a flying fuck because of the way he's been shouting at her and all. I mean come on, still your mother right, you should see the array of vulgarities he display on her. Maybe this is just his karma, for verbally and mentally hurting her. But he's sick cause his back hurts so bad and he's mumbling things I can't understand. Sister massaged his back and we lighted a candle in his room because it's not "clean" in this house. Whatever your point of view I give no flying fucks. I don't believe in this shit either but there are certain things I cannot explain. Sooo, back to the story, we're cooking porridge for him least he gets hungry at night and drowning him in plenty of water cause he says he's cold. Whatever. Celia's celia. She can't stay mad, or wait for someone to die/ suffer there. No matter how much I hate someone, there is an extent that I have to help right? And here I am, trying not to be too accomodating cause I hurt myself in the end, always.