[Music] I grew up in a family of four I told this to the therapist she doesn't understand me she simply nods and taps her pan against her notebook as if waiting for me to divulge but I have already told her the most important thing about brother/sister she says casually looking directly at me sister I say she isn't as nice as she looks the therapist chuckles and angles her knee to match my mirroring I've read all about it it's manipulative sorry to hear that she says sometimes it's much harder for us to like our siblings than it is others to do so she killed three dozen men and women over her lifetime they say still liked her the therapists cringes but only for a moment as she dashes a note onto a white page your mother and father terrible people noticing a pattern my sister's abrupt whereas mom and dad are skilled and tortured when you hear the screams you'll wish my sister had the job the therapist write notes enough to fill half a page I think we're going to reduce your end oxy before next session and the murders he rests a hand on my knee and offers a sad smile let's park those for today today today is all we have I want to know more about you she says I understand you might feel conflicted about all of this I don't I'm sorry sister kills my parents played different strokes surely the and then there's me lucky number for the thoughtful one well I tried to be I'm sorry I tried I let my marks get to know me before they died she gasps can I smile exactly I love the look of horror as it all comes together [Music] you