As the eldest child in my family, I was afforded many privileges ahead of my younger brother.
The first to get a double bed, watch M rated movies and go to the shopping centre on my own, he often cried ‘unfair’ on a number of independent milestones I got to first.
But nothing got under his skin like the size of my bedroom in comparison to his.
Bigger and better in every way, the fact I as the eldest was gifted with this covetable prize annoyed him ’til the day I moved out.
So when, after much deliberation, my Dad finally gave the go ahead for him to make the room his own, Nathan was in within 24 hours, leaving a path of dismantled bed slats and Zac Efron posters in his wake.
You can imagine my reaction upon hearing the news.
