Invisible Son by: Kyle Broflovski

My name is Kyle Broflovski. I know, it's Jewish. Very Jewish. I guess I'm Jewish too, something that fatass Eric Cartman won't let me forget. I don't really feel like it most of the time, though. It's not like it's a huge part of me.

My brother is Ike Brofloski. I'm sure you've heard of him, everyone has. It's because he's perfect. You can't imagine how fucked up it is to be compared to your younger brother. And I can't even begin to tell you.

He's the star of our family. My parents fucking drool over him. His grades, his sports, his genius. He's not even theirs… did you know that? They adopted him from Canada when I was a little kid. It was when I was really young, and back then I was very sickly. They didn't know if I was going to make it to even a teenager, so I guess out of some way to insure they would always have a son, they got a little Canadian boy and took him home. But then I got healthy. And now I'm stuck with him.

Seems a little weird that I know about that whole story about the reason he was adopted right? I mean, in that detail. It's because they told me, sobbing.

Two years ago, I got sick again (I'll spare you the details). Since I was always so sick before, my parents thought this was the end. Almost everyone did. Except my best friend Stan, who came to visit everyday and tell me I was going to make it. Half of the time I wasn't even coherent enough to realize he was there. But like a miracle, they doctors say, I got through it.

Everyone coped with it differently. My friends don't seem to acknowledge I was ever sick, which I almost thank them for. I'm not sure Cartman even knew I was sick. He still treats me like a dirty Jew like always… fucking Nazi bastard.

But my parents… they had already said goodbye to me. They had already mourned. And to them, I'm already dead. They don't speak to me, and try not to look at me. They just shower all of their attention on Ike, like he's their only son. And I'm just a walking ghost in the house. If they ever absolutely have to communicate with me, they use Ike as a medium. He still talks to me like a normal little brother. Like I'm someone special.

It just makes me hate him more.

Kyle was sick. That's why he's so late. (That's my excuse I'm I'm sticking to it!)