On Small victories

Yesterday finnaly my mother acknoledged that I sacrifice some of my time to look after my autistic brother when I´m on holiday. I needed to run some errands and because of the rain, his cold, and his hightriglycerides I had to wait until both parental units came home (the thing with the triglycerides is because everytime we go out we must make a stop for fast food). My mom made my dad take me because of the rain, but next time I won't care I'll go alone, and he got pretty mad because the garage door is kaput for now. So he wanted me to pay because it was on my account that the thing screwd up, and that's when my mom said to him that it was not my fault and that he should consider that I'm doing them a favor and not doing things I want to do with my free time. That's what you get when you still live with your parents, and all because of the economic situation. We were screwd over and we can't find our dream jobs or anything we were promised, we have to settle for less than our parents at this age. And for the record, I don't mind spending time with my brother, but sometimes it is overrated.