Being the oldest of the family never gives you an advantage. Your parents always assume you are the best and you should act like it. Just because I’m the first child doesn’t mean I’m some sort of devil. To my parent’s eyes, the boys are sweet angels.
I was a sweet angel once. My parents would sometimes embarrass me with stories of how “silly” I was back in my diapered days. Who ever heard these stories would laugh their heart out. If they thought I was such an angel back then, I guess it’s time for round two
I got home and my mom examined the vase. “Looks like the old one. It looks like you can do something right.” She said. I knew anything I say will bring me more trouble, so I remained silent and went to my room and locked the door.
I pulled out the watch and looked at it. If I were to change back, I’d do it now when I have a chance. I turned the knob and waited for the changes to work.