As much as I hated to do it, I went over to his house and I repaired the AC unit
There comes a time in your life when you are no longer brothers in everything, but you become individuals. We create our own personalities, and our own likes and dislikes. My younger brother and I never really got along well. I think a lot of it had to do with our being eight years apart. I still didn’t like the way he thought my parents owed him everything. I was never so happy as when he moved out of my parent’s house and got a home of his own. I knew he wouldn’t be whining to them all the time. At least, that is what I hoped would happen. I was so far in left field, I couldn’t have even seen the ball being thrown. My mom called me in tears, asking me if I could help my brother with his HVAC system. I was an HVAC technician and of course I could help him, but that didn’t mean I wanted to. She told me how he was going without any air conditioning. He couldn’t afford to hire an HVAC technician because he already owed the HVAC company money. I sneered thinking that it was good he hadn’t asked them to pay it for him. She said she couldn’t pay the bill for him. As much as I hated to do it, I went over to his house and I repaired the AC unit. I didn’t do it for him, I did it for my mom. I didn’t tell him that I had done it, because I went over while he was at work.