My mom, always quick with an idea, smiled and said, "Alright, sweetie, if you don't want to go to the hospital, that's fine. Just write down where you're feeling unwell, and I'll take it to the doctor for you. You can stay home and rest." She immediately went to grab paper and a pen.
When she handed him the paper, my brother waved his chubby hand and pointed at me. "I'm not writing it. Make her do it."
With a scowl, my mom shoved the paper into my hands. I grabbed the pen, waiting for my brother to say something. After a few moments of dramatic sighs and moaning, he finally muttered, "I feel bad everywhere… dizzy."
I suppressed a small smile, wrote down what he said, and handed it to my parents. They rushed out the door with the note, not even considering that I had school that day. "Take care of your brother while we're gone!" they shouted on their way out.
As soon as the door closed, I heard my brother's voice from behind me. "Hey, loser, get me a cold Coke from the fridge!"
I turned around and stared at him. When I didn't move right away, he screamed, "You worthless girl! If you don't listen to me, I'll have Mom beat you to death!"