Mom came home to find Lucas had scattered the Legos everywhere.
He rushed toward her, grabbing her hand. "Mom, where did you go? Why did you take so long to come back? Do you know my leg hurts so much? I need to go to the hospital," he said breathlessly. "I need to get checked. My wound must have opened up again. Hurry, take me to the hospital."
What a familiar scene.
Mom must have remembered something.
Every time she talked about me, my brother would throw a fit to keep her with him.
Whenever she went to pick me up, something always happened to him.
With a loud "smack," Mom slapped Lucas hard.
He threw aside his crutch and pushed her. "How could you hit me? I'm the eldest son of the Wilson family. How dare you, an outsider, hit me?"
Mom looked at her son, whom she had doted on for
