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Who was that one entitled sibling you had to deal with? For me, it was my little brother, Timmy. My parents always had a favorite, and it definitely wasn’t me. I had to argue for lunch money, while he got treated like royalty. It started small, him yelling for drinks like room service, and my parents actually bringing them. They kept saying he’d grow out of it. He didn’t. By 16, he had their credit card, took the car without a license, and acted like rules didn’t apply to him. Then he started tr