Feelings about my younger brother |
I was holding daddy’s hand, and peeping in to the cradle. There lay a small bundle with closed eyes, all red and wrinkled. I glanced up at Daddy; he looked at you proudly, Looking back at you, I realized that I will have to share daddy with you. I hated you a bit, as sharing everything after 5 years of dominance was going to be difficult I don’t remember, did I pinch you or slap you a little, Or did I pull your leg and hair!! You were a cry baby and seeking attention all the time. I guess, I got used to having you around, as you were a nice child, I couldn’t be angry with you always Somewhere my anger changed to love I became your god mother and like a mafia fought for you among the building kids I was naïve to think that you needed somebody to hover over and fight for you You were capable to take care of yourself. I despair; when world do not treat you well Your tears and hurt, shreds my heart I pray that HE bestows you with happiness and peace Physically I may never be there for you, but remember I have you in my prayers You are still my little brother, whom I saw 38 years ago Only difference is that now I look at you with love and pride. |