I'll resign as big brother and move out of the family apartment!

First let me add some pictures from my sink and then let's talk about it!

What would you think if you woke up in the morning and saw such a scene in the first place you entered?

The first logical explanation that comes to mind is that there was an earthquake at night, right? Especially when you are in the first degree earthquake zone, this possibility cannot be ruled out at all... but it is not!

For almost 6 months, water leaking from the upstairs bathroom has been causing wet and yellow stains on my ceiling. I have repeatedly warned the people upstairs to have the leak checked, found and repaired, but he has always found a way round it and stalled.

Am I right to give him a good beating now?

In fact, I would have made him pay for his callousness and the view he caused. Being right is one of the most beautiful feelings in the world because no matter what you do, if you are right, your conscience does not hurt.

I could put the mortar residue in a bucket and dump it on the bed in the bedroom while he was asleep!

I could have taken him to court by now and recovered a lot of money.

We could have fought and fought and even fought a duel. Survivor wins!

We could play Russian roulette, survival of the lucky on!

I have many options but I can't do any of them because my brother and nephew live upstairs! We are 6 years apart and I remember when he was born, even if it was in my imagination. After he grew up a bit, all our games were together. I was the first one to be with him when he fell. We stayed at home together because my mum and dad were working and we kept all our secrets. I am one of the biggest shareholders not in his birth but in his upbringing.

And yet, I can't believe how I raised him so carelessly and I get angry with myself. If I beat him, I will hurt myself, if I bleed, I will bleed myself, if I take his money, the trouble he will experience will affect me first! 😂

It's hard being a big brother! You can't quit, you have to put up with whatever he does until the grave. At least this is the case when family ties are strong. I also learnt that it is difficult to live in a family apartment building. Another thing I learnt was that when these mortars broke off from the concrete supported by iron and poured on the ground, I am sure they made a loud noise. How come I didn't hear it!

When brotherly love is heavy, I will clean it myself, find and repair the leak in the plumbing myself...

I'll resign as a big brother and move out of the family apartment! Haha, it's enough for him to hug me and call me brother! I'm glad you're here!