From A.I. Miss You: A Brother’s Final Words, by Nathan da Costa (Self-Published: 2078), pg. 37:
Darla and I were never close. I didn’t even know she was married until Rosie called to tell me Darla and her wife were expecting their first child. And it wasn’t that we didn’t get along, or there was some bad blood between us–don’t get me wrong. We were just always different souls, I guess. Darla was the quiet one, always reading, always focused on her schoolwork. But, me? Our mom was fond of telling people that I was “preoccupied being someone else’s problem.” And okay, fair enough. I don’t think I’ve ever been shy about my predisposition to openly communicate my feelings at even the worst possible times. And it only got worse after Dad died, because of course it did. But thinking back on it now, I think Mom found my shoplifting and fights at school a Hell of a lot easier to deal with than her having to explain to a teacher why her ten-year old daughter was convinced she could take a hamster apart and put it back together.