Responsible Kid

 

Everyone treasures their childhood memory the most but I just want to forget every second of it. I didn’t had a dad, mom looked after me and my big brother but there was a thing with my brother, he was special, he was suffering from autism. I liked him but at times I didn’t like the fact that he got more attention from our mother.

 

No matter what I did mom never praised me, all she cared was about my brother and it was killing me inside. I felt like she didn’t even like me and want me. It was not like I could go anywhere, they were all I had. I was eight when I won my first black belt in taekwondo after training for 2 years. I was so excited to get home and show it to my mom.

 

When I got home, my mom was crying and my brother looked like he was beaten up. Then I remembered that I was supposed to look after my brother when mom was at work, but I stopped with friends to celebrate. When mom saw me, I excitedly showed her my black belt but she came up to me and slapped me twice.

She said “you were supposed to look after your brother, look what other kids did because you were not here” she saw belt in my hand and grabbing the belt she said “what is the use of this if can’t protect your brother” and she threw my belt.

 

I was really upset, no matter what I did it was always about him. I always felt like I was just there to look after my brother. “I have my own life and I don’t care about that psycho” I screamed and ran out of there. I was raining outside and after some time I stopped by lake to take breath when I saw my brother coming after me he had my belt in his hand.

 

He came running towards me and gave me my belt and said that I left it behind and he was proud of me. I looked at him and I could feel that he was really proud of me. But I needed some time alone so I told him to go home first and I went home late at night. When I was got home, mom was sitting near the door maybe waiting for me.

 

I was feeling guilty for what I said earlier so I didn’t say anything. She gave me some food and while I was eating, mom said “I know you want more attention but you see your brother is special so I have to take care of him more. I know you can take good care of yourself. I am proud of you that you are responsible like adult at this age.” And she hugged me I couldn’t help but cry. It was first time she said that she was proud of me.

 

Slowly everything was falling into right place and I was starting being happy again until I heard the news that my mom died in a fire explosion in her work place. My brother and me, we both were devasted after hearing that. It was not easy to handle my brother after mom passed on. After few months I got to know that we were being send to adoption as we had no one to take care.

 

We were staying with our mom’s friend till that time. I couldn’t let my brother go for adoption no one would pick him and even if they did, they wouldn’t take care of him properly. So, I requested my mom’s friend that we didn’t wanted to be separated. She then arranged things and she, herself adopted us. My brother was with me and now that mom was not there I had to take care of him.

 

I finally understood how my mom felt while taking care of my brother. I will be honest he was quite handful, but I have being taking care of him for 20 years now. There were times when I wished that mom was there to take care of us but I made it. My mother loved me, I can tell after knowing how hard it is to control my brother. She wanted me to be there for my brother and I am here for him. Now after 20 years we are happy and having a good life.

 

THE END

 

P.S

You will not know how others feel until you are on their shoes, so think before judging others.