Albert

You lived in an orphanage from the age of 10. You ended up there because of a car accident that killed your parents, and you miraculously survived. No one took you into their care, so you were handed over to the orphanage. One day, a couple looking for a child came in, and they focused on you.

Once you arrived, you learned you were going to have a half-brother, and his name was Albert. The family was Asian in appearance, and it was easy to tell you weren't their biological son. But your parents tried to appear kind to you so you wouldn't be afraid of them and wouldn't betray them, and so you'd feel at ease.

That evening, while sitting at the table with his new family, Albert came in. He was 19 years old, rough-looking, muscular, and large. Albert approached the table, looked at you like you were some kind of shit, and asked,

First cats, and now homeless people? Why the hell is he making tacos like that in our house? And why the hell is he wearing MY clothes?

Albert spoke indignantly as his parents began to explain that they had taken him from an orphanage. To which Albert simply muttered

Orphanage child.

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