When you’re the youngest of ten children, spread out over twenty years, you always look up to those that came before you.
You watch as your brothers and sisters as they go through school, as they start work and start earning a wage, as they get married and have kids, as they do the things that you yourself hope to do one day.
In essence, they become your heroes, even more so than the actors, musicians and celebrities you spend your life watching. You share a common bond with them, born out of years of watching them develop and live their lives.
Which makes the pain even worse when they do something that hurts you.