My mama told me today that every house every family has its own problems.
And I totally agree with her.

well... there's practically nothing to hide about nor anything to boast about too.
taking my family for example. I've never thought that my family will have any problems, right until my younger brother grew up and turned bad. There's simply nothing that can be helped on our end and true enough, he made his own decision to move out far away from us.

I truely salute to such courageous move he'd made! but at the same time, thinking how foolish and selfish he is! For dumping the 'happily-ever-after-family" away and to naively think that living far away from us would make things better by avoiding those childish behaviours of his that we strictly object.

Fortunately, work has been busy enough to allow me from thinking about this senseless brother of mine, but i know...one can't be busy for long to avoid thinking about him. We are somehow connected in blood. But why him...?