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I said "No, that's mine"

My mother was silent, her eyes glaring at me.

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

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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.

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.

I screamed loudly, I scolded my sister for being rude. My mother defended her.

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ALLOWED TO STEAL

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

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

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

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

Oh, even though his child was wrong, he still defended him? Why didn't you remind him that he was wrong? Oh yeah, my mother told me to.

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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...

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.

Instead, he gave me a plastic bag.

What is a partner in crime?

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

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."

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

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

"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 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.

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.

It's not that he's stingy, he asked that while we were in the car, while I wanted to eat snacks together at home.

How did you cope when someone you love, dealing with hyper-independence and trauma, felt they needed space to heal alone? Were you able to support them without overstepping, and did you eventually reconnect? How did that journey unfold?