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On Christmas Eve, my mom was bragging about my older brother, Henry Reed, to all the relatives. "Henry's really made something of himself. He's making 100 grand a year." Then she turned to me with a sneer. "Look at his brother, Cheney. He's twenty-six and still living at home. What a loser." The relatives all laughed along. I smiled as well and put down my fork. "You're right, Mom. I really am a loser." The next day, I packed my suitcase and left home.