Being the youngest of my clan sucks. Almost everyone I knew, everyone I talked to, the source of any power I ever had is long gone. I'm the last one alive that was among the foreigners, heard the way they talked and saw what they ate. It's amazing how much vanishes and how quickly it happens. The day will come, in the not too distant future, when no one left alive on Earth knew any of us. I don't know if I'm cold hearted or I'm just so numbed-out from grief I don't know which way is up anymore.
Even if the belief in God and an afterlife is fantasy, it is a necessary one.
So, you're the baby of the family.. like the Italians, family comes first.. the brothers take care of the youngest..