That’s what people in the village will say, that my mum sold that nice piece of land but my brother was drinking so she couldn’t stay in her own house. She went to stay with me for a bit, but didn’t like it and finally I had to give her away to a private care home and all the money she had left from the land sale went for that.

But then, I think, it doesn’t really matter, does it? My brother would just blow it all off on alcohol for himself and his mates. He’d probably have nothing left after a month.

Failure, we are all a failure.

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