I am the youngest of 2 children, my brother being 4 years older than me. He has a great life, is a big success in business, but I only rarely see him as he lives half way round the globe and doesn't keep in touch much. We only see him every three or so years for a flying visit. Sad, as our Mum is now 90 and feels that he couldn't really care less about her or me. Sad especially as he was always her "golden boy". His attitude is that of "out of sight, out of mind". He has never been here for us in traumatic times, i.e. my own cancer, my son's cancer and death. He stopped being a brother to me when he married his 2nd wife. Mind you, he can be generous when he does turn up, but this doesn't make up for his general lack of concern for us. We should have been 8 children, but 5 died at birth and one lived for only a few weeks. Strangely, his wife comes from a very large family and they get plenty of help and attention. Sad really! So I wish my other siblings had lived and we would have been a larger family.