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I hate it when someone makes a big deal of something and then gets this whole argument started, which then attracts more fucking annoyance to join the party. I simply asked my brother to stop staring at my sister, my brother's 12 and my sister's 5, during dinner. Then he goes ranting about how she should move if she didn't like it, and how would she know if I was staring at her if she didn't look at him. It was all crap you'll expect from a younger brother, I still got the better of the argument. He stopped which was good, but then he started again and I told him to stop it in a more serious voice. Then out of nowhere, he screams, "I'M NOT HAVING DINNER WITH SUNNY!", then runs to his room. Then my stupid father picks on me, how come you didn't care about your brother feelings, how come you didn't tell your sister to move, do you not care about your brother, and even, did you think of how I felt? And he actually expected me to give a logical answer to them, "did you think of how I felt?", how am I suppose to answer that. He was in a bad mood when he got home, he probably lost huge bucks gambling last night and is taking out his misery on me. In conclusion, I hate family dinners. I'm going to start dining in my room again.