What have you learned from your parents' mistakes?

I was once angry about this because I couldn't stand it anymore, initially my little sister said "Mom, I want this" while pointing at my snack plastic bag.

When I got home, my friend immediately chatted me and asked me to take them to a photocopy shop. After returning from the photocopy shop, in less than 20 minutes all my snacks were gone.

"YOU ATE IT ALL?" I asked, I thought just one or two would be fine, this is all there is left is the mizone.

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I was silent, I was there, why didn't he ask me directly? Yes, because he knew I wouldn't give permission.

I tried to stay calm, still asked my sister carefully. "Brother, where's your food?"

I was furious, "WHY DARE YOU TAKE PEOPLE'S FOOD? YOU'RE A THIEF"

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I'm getting angrier, not about whether it's replaced or not, but about the ethics of wanting something that belongs to someone else. My little brother is already in junior high school and still doesn't understand things like that! And he's used to running away from responsibility, hiding behind his mother's back. I'm worried that it will be carried over until he grows up, afraid that he will continue to be like that.

Then he came back to my room, threw 10 thousand rupiahs on the bed. I felt so insulted, like a beggar.

Since the beginning, whenever I have food, there is always someone who eats it. What is mine is theirs, what is theirs is not mine.

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I was getting more annoyed, I said that my little brother was wrong. But my mother said lightly, "DOG, GET OFF SIA (you), YOU FUCKING GUY ONLY *DAHAREUN SAKIT THAT (That much food), STUPID CHILD"

Instead, he went downstairs and said, "Mom, my brother wants to be replaced."

"IT'S ME WHO EATS, NOT ***" (name of younger sibling)

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I still remember, at that time I bought a lot of snacks from my own pocket money. I deliberately wanted to stock up for the next few days.

My mother was silent, her eyes glaring at me.

Instead, he gave me a plastic bag.

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He casually said, "Yes, with ****" (my nephew's name)

But what was my mother's response? She said "JUST EAT IT"

I have no personal property at home, not even a pen.

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That night my little brother slept on the balcony outside on his own accord. FYI, he shared a room with me...