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That’s all I ask for.

I have my license now, as I’ve said earlier. It’s nice having it. I need to find a job too.

My parents are good people, they are, but sometimes they frustrate the heck out of me.

I don’t ask them to often for money, or for something. At least, nothing expansive. Not seriously. They know this.

I appreciate getting a candy bar, a dollar fifty bag of gummy cherries or two here and there. On the big things, at least when all of us siblings are concerned, they’re usually good for giving us the money to, say, go to the movies, or as we did last Monday, to the fair.

But lately all I’ve been hearing is ‘get a job.’

And it’s driving me mad.

A lot of times my sisters will get presents, or something. Most notably shoes that they just don’t need. Usually they aren’t to expansive, only like fifteen dollars, or at least that’s what I’ve been told.

I ask for fourteen dollars to get a caskette to MP3 player thing, so I can plug my iPod shuffle into the car and listen to it when driving, and I’m told to get a job.

I don’t ask for much. I never asked for much.

My sister who’s closes to me in age has always been something of my equal, but it’s becoming clear lately that this is not true.

Rachel wants money to go to lunch for her friends? Fine, she can have it.

I want some money to go to dinner with my girlfriend before prom? Alright, but you have to pay us back.

When I do ask for money or something, it tends to be more then what my sisters ask for. However, I ask for stuff a lot less then them. On the long run, I’d be less then them individually.

My sister and I get the same amount of allowance, but I’m always expected to be the responsible one. I’m the one who’s expected to be the adult.

My parents even know I’m more responsible. I do my work around the house. I don’t complain. I do more then any of my other siblings. I do work that no one else does.

All I want is some recognition for this work. Some gummy cherries more often then once every three months or more, when my sister gets these chillied mango things a lot more often.

When I turned 18, it was like I was expected to suddenly be an adult. Like I was suppose to take care of everything I might need.

My student fees need to be paid before then end of June. I told my dad this two weeks ago, and asked when we could do it. He never got back to me.

My mom asked me when, and got snippy when I told her, saying we needed to do this, when I had already asked about it to my dad and wanted to get it taken care of.

I go to the local university. I’m not costing my parents that much money. My sister goes to Chicago this September, for her college. She’ll end up costing a lot more. She’ll be getting a cell phone to keep in touch, along with something else for graduation.

I stay nearby, and I get a graduation present, and don’t get fifteen dollars here and there for something when I ask.

My sister leaves, gets a graduation present, a cell phone, and she gets little things here and there.

I’m told to get a job.

It frustrates the hell out of me.