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when me and Travis stayed with our mother before we went to camp Half Blood, Sometimes I hated being the youngest, I got hand down clothes and used toys.
Now don’t get me wrong, I am not trying to be ungrateful, it's just that I wished I had new things.
Travis used to always get new things sometimes they were Used but most of the time he got brand new things. It wasn’t from our mother though as we were basically poor we lived in government housing and Lived off food stamps.
Our Mom couldn’t keep a job when she had Travis because He was a Hand full and nobody wanted to deal with him, So she was homeless at the time until she was able to apply for government housing and Food stamps.
Nobody would help us, Not financially anyway and it didn’t help that me and Travis were both handfuls, Sure we had uncles and a grandma but it was complicated.
Sometimes I wondered why our Father didn’t try to help us, I know he couldn’t But He could have tried right?, I started to understand why Luke resented The guy, He was a god but couldn’t Help at least his children? He probably didn’t even Care about none of us.
Oh Well, I guess hating your Father is apart of being a Child of Hermes.