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I have a brother, actually he’s my half-brother but I treat him like a full one, who used to live together with me in my grandmother’s house. That was before I moved out. Up until this morning, he was still living there until he left for Cagayan to be with his father.
Fate dealt my brother with a difficult hand. Since he was a small child, my mother was not exactly that well-off yet to be able to provide him with the best of the best. It was only during the time my mother had another offspring – my sister – when they had a better life. You could say that the experiences my mother had when my brother was still a baby was the pivotal point of her life. And up to this day, I do believe that I am not her significant offspring, but my brother. Rather I think of myself as the one thing in her life that should not have been there in the first place.
I love my brother very much and want the best for him. But due to some turn of events in my life, I was not able to be the best sister he could have. I try to do my best to reach a compromise, though sadly I think I’m still falling short. There may be some things I could do in the future, but as of the moment, I can only do so much.
For the start of this schoolyear, my brother went to a good school, a school I went to all my life. This was his first time in this said school that I believe it resulted in a culture shock. I know he has had some hard times in his life, especially now, that I do understand how he is trying to cope with it. My mother and his father had gone separate ways, and him, being the eldest of their children, had the hardest weight to bear. I dont think my mother understands it this much, but she has problems of her own. As a result of this assumed culture shock, my brother somewhat changed. From being the ever-obedient boy my mother was proud of, he became a little too cocky or thereabouts to some people, being a little hard-headed as well. And that was when the problems started.
I guess my grandmother couldnt take all the pressure and the headaches he was giving her, plus her own problems, that she could no longer control him. And so the trouble worsened. I only learned of all his antics from my grandmother who told me that he was getting uncontrollable, and that somehow my aunts thought it was best that he live with his father, and that his father be the one to take care of him.
I feel sorry for my brother. He wanted so bad to keep on studying here. But he was left with no choice. When we saw each other yesterday, he asked that I help him. I told him that the sales talk was up to him. In order to continue his education here, he would have to find a way to convince his father to let him go to school here. Otherwise, he would have to contend with where his father wanted him to go to. I wish I really could do something. But there is nothing I can do for now.
I honestly feel so sad because it strikes me that he is being passed around. My mother first left him here with my grandmother, and now he’s being transferred to his father. Maybe I’m just touchy or something, but if I was in his place, I would feel as though nobody wanted me. And that the person who is going to take care of me is doing so because he has no choice because I am his obligation. I could be wrong. But I sure as hell wish that I could do something. I know this has money matters, and right now, money is something I just have enough of to live by. And if I did have more than enough, I would take him, and my other siblings and take care of them. For now, I have to let fate take its course. In due time, I swear, I’ll help out somehow.
-= L =-
Hi Lurchelle,
Wordpress girl ka na rin ha!
hehehe oh yeah..
kc and2 kayo eh! hehehehe
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