Heard dad hammering something downstairs. Went to take a look, it was part of his workbench that looked like a cover for bench saw. (T_T) He had bent the saw blade. But the blade is not circular? Mom had told him to go pee but again he ignored her, and of course, he wet his pants. He'd rather destroy working appliances then to pee. Or to avoid wetting his pants. He'd rather have us wash his pants and clean up. Not to mention whatever mess he creates when destroying things, we have to clean up. He never cleans up. He never thinks or feel that he should. His existence is purely to cause us trouble. And he doesn't care.
I'm sorry. We have already way exceeded our limits. I can't wait to send him away.
And I don't feel good to have said that either, at all. (T_T)
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