Antithesis

 The straw that breaks the camel's back ...
My younger brother is sick, he's going to the doctor's tomorrow. It started with a little scratchy throat a week or week and a half ago. From there he has gotten continually worse. He hates medications and refuses to take cough syrup. My parents are bothed finished with him. He's difficult. Trust me I KNOW he's difficult. He's obnoxious, he's rude, he yells, he's stubborn, he's difficult. But at some  point environment kicks in. I talked to him a little bit last year. Every once in a while I try to reach out. The progression over the years from confusion, to sadness, anger, and depression is evident looking back. Anyhow, I know he's depressed. His behaviour has gotten worse though. He doesn't eat, at all. He's skin and bones. His body can't withstand an illness.
And my mother just wants to toss him to my dad. She doesn't want to be responsible for this. But my dad is just as frustrated with him. He's being held to the same expectation as I, but he isn't willing to compromise his will and play the part. He can't get that 4.0, it's not in his nature. He can't put on a smile. All he wants is some TLC. He wants to be a kid again. We both do. We both want to retreat into the faded past. He wants school to be flexible and my mom to take care of him. If she would take the time to listen and observe she'd see that he just wants help.
He wants to talk to her but every time they try they butt heads. they're both lost in their own worlds and incessant that the world they've created is rooted in perfect truth.
I don't know what to do. We're falling apart. I love him as much as I can, but he can be so hard to love.
And so ends what could have been a good week, because yesterday I actually felt happy for the first time in a very long time. But the light has slipped my grasp, as intangible as ever.
Down a pound. B+ in AP US. 1 month ... here goes.