The story of my life - Chapter 2 - Part 2 - Brotherly love

This is a true story from my life.
The story of my life - Chapter 2 - Part 2

Brotherly love

I was lying on the ground my knee was in so much pain and i felt an intense stinging sensation coming from my forehead I was dazed, I started to cry, It hurt so bad, blood was trickling down my knee, it was the first time I had ever seen blood, I felt ill, light headed and nearly passed out as I lay there with my head on the ground I looked at my little brother, he was screaming, blood pouring from his nose, what had i done......

6 months earlier......
My brother sat in the play pen, happy, laughing and playing with a red bus pushing it up and down making vroom vroom sounds as he directed it in circles, that was my toy, I always played with it, I walked over and snatched it from his hands and took it to the far side of the playpen, I felt superior. My brother began crying but I didn’t care as far as I was concerned it was my toy and I was playing with it. As time went by I always wanted what he was playing with because I’m bigger and I have the right, at least as far as I was concerned. So over time whatever he played with I took from him.

This morning he saw me coming and dropped my favourite taxi and started playing with the red bus, I thought ha you’re not getting your hands on that and keeping it so I took it from him and began playing with the red bus, as I walked off he picked up the taxi again and played with it, I thought, proud as punch ha now you have to play with your second favourite toy instead, from that day on everytime he saw me coming he picked up the toy he wanted and I took it from him, knowing I was making him play with his second choice and I was so smug about it. Little did I know back then, the crafty little devil knew I’d take his toy from him so every time he saw me coming he would pick up any random toy so I’d take it from him and he would be free to play with my favourite toy and of course I fell for it every single time. Quite ingenious when I think about it now. He wasn’t a stupid baby like I thought he was.

One day when I was sitting in the play pen there was a knock on the door, my mother answered the door and standing there was a Irish gypsy woman, my mother winced a little as they were always calling to the house trying to sell odd trinkets and lucky heather, my mother greeted her with hello and the old woman proceeded to tell her she had lucky heather we should pin it above our door to keep luck and good will in the house we only need cross hands with a few pieces of silver, gypsies often used this term when they meant they want to get paid, mum said no she doesn’t have any money on her, the old woman proceeded to ask would she like her palm read my mother told her sorry she doesn’t have any money on her but the old woman said oh no this is free of charge just for you, my mother paused then said ok, go on then. The old gypsy took my mothers hand in hers and began running her fingers down the creases of her palm and said oh you’re going to be moving home soon, mum grinned a little and said well considering theirs a for sale sign up behind you that’s not really fortune telling is it, the old woman unphased said yes but I can see you will move somewhere close by, a bungalow, surrounded by trees, big wooden gate at the back. She continued to describe the new home and my mother completely unconvinced thought she would be nice and just play along with her. She let her finish describing this imaginary house then told my mother well thank you for your time and don’t forget what I told you. My mother, amused said ok thank you goodbye now.

About 3 months later my mother and father started brining lots of big boxes into the house I loved them, me and my sister started making a fort with them and hiding inside them. My father told us to stop messing with the boxes that we would ruin them and they aren’t cheap. I could see my dad writing on the boxes but couldn’t understand what they meant, I wondered why he started emptying all the cupboards in the sitting room and wrapping them in newspaper then neatly placing them in the boxes, are they giving them to someone as presents I wondered, but this is our stuff why is he giving them away. Over the next few days the house started to become very empty, I didn’t understand what was happening but it meant I got to have loads of room to run around so I liked it. Mum told me we were moving to a new home, a bigger house, I cried and said I don’t want to leave this is my house. She promised me I’m going to love it. She proceeded to tell me its much bigger and has a big back garden with lots of room to run and play, I was warming to the idea now and getting a little excited, she told me there is a park with slides down the road. And that we have a nice private parking area with big wooden gates and the house was surrounded by beautiful trees like a forest. It sounded wonderful, I started to ask can we go now I want to see it! Mum said tomorrow you’ll get to see your new home. I was so excited it was hard to sleep that night.

We arrived at our new home I ran out of the car and started to run in circles in the huge garden I loved it, I felt so free. Dad started to unload the many boxes into the house. Mum showed me in and brought me into the bedroom and said this is yours and your brothers room, It was huge, at least twice the size of my old room. Before long I forgot we even lived in any other house.

I woke up as light started to hit the windows of my room, it was christmas morning once again so that meant only one thing to me, more presents!!. I ran into my parents room and jumped on the bed screaming mum, dad, It’s christmas!!!! Dad looked up half asleep yes yes ok hold your horses let me get up and we’ll see what santa brought you. While mum and dad were getting out of bed I ran into my sisters room and woke her up, then my older brother, they were all excited we ran down to the sitting room ready to rip open our presents, dad shortly after walked down with my mother behind holding my little brother in her arms. Ok dad said lets open them up. As I didn’t know which were mine dad proceeded to hand each of us a present one at a time. I didn’t care about most of my presents all I wanted to see was one big one in the corner, the package was as big as me. We were told to all open it together. We tore the wrapping from the huge present and as I tore a large portion away I could see wheels, I was getting excited then as the last of the wrapping tore away I screamed out, it’s a car!! I leaped on the seat and began zooming around the room almost knocking down my little brother still openibg his presents carefully. Mum stopped me on the spot and said calm down, you’re going too fast you’ll hurt someone, a lesson I would soon learn.

As well got used to our new house the sitting room became our new play area, I still took my brothers toys from him because I was the big boy so I was the boss, a black taxi was my favourite toy, I love it more than any other toy. One day I went into the sitting room to find my taxi and it was nowhere to be seen, my brother sat there playing with his red bus, so he didn’t have it he wasn’t allowed to play with my taxi and he knew it, I searched frantically but it was nowhere to be seen, oh where did I put it, I began to cry and thought furiously where I might have left it, I ran outside past the rubber plant against the wall that had some of the compost spilled on the floor but once I’d got outside it wasn’t there it was nowhere, I’d lost it. I cried for ages as my brother sat in the middle of the floor in an especially happy mood, fed up I went into my room and sat there crying on the bed, a time later my mother walked in with the taxi in her hand a little covered in compost, I was so happy I hugged her and smiled, she told me to try not to lose my toys I have to remember where I left them. Unknown to me while I was in the bathroom earlier the moment I left the room my little brother had picked up the taxi and dug a hole in the rubber plant compost and buried it to get me back for always taking his things and mum had been laughing to herself as I ran around searching for it but didn’t want me to know it was my little brother who had buried it because it would have made me angry, she was quite proud of my younger brothers ingenuity.

It was about midday, my brother was sitting on the push car slowly wheeling around moving with his legs slowly, I sat there looking at him thinking how boring, that’s not how you do it, I lifted him off the car and sat on the car and at top speed I zoomed around the garden picking up speed with my legs then lifting them off the ground and letting the car gain speed as I zoomed in circles on the tarmac. I got off the car and said to my brother now that’s how you do it!. I sat my brother on the car and put his legs up, stood behing the car and pushed him at top speed, running behind him, I thought this is the way its done its way more fun, I had no idea he was terrified in the seat, I told him just steer, I pushed him around the side of the house down the little walk way at the side of the house as we turned the corner my brother lost control and steered into the wall, and slammed hard, I flew over the top of the car kicking my brother as I fell, I landed hard on the pavement, I was lying on the ground my knee was in so much pain and i felt an intense stinging sensation coming from my forehead I was dazed, I started to cry, It hurt so bad, blood was trickling down my knee, it was the first time I had ever seen blood, I felt ill, light headed and nearly passed out as I lay there with my head on the ground I looked at my little brother, he was screaming, blood pouring from his nose, what had I done, as the car hit the wall my little brother had slammed his face into the steering wheel hard. He was crying so loud, he was in a lot of pain. I felt so guilty because he was only little and he didn’t want to go so fast, I had gone too far, my mother came running round the house and saw me lying there and my brothers face had blood pouring down it, she immediately held my brothers head up and pinched his noise at the same time my father picked me up, I was crying uncontrollably he brought me into the kitchen and wiped my leg and fore head and put a plaster on it, it was so sore. I was still crying, I asked my father if my brother was ok, when my mother came running in with him in her arms, blood still gushing from his nose she said well have to take him to the doctor I think his nose is broken. The neighbour looked after my, my sister and my older brother while they rushed to the doctor.

A few hours later they returned home, my mother was furious sating that doctor is stupid how can he say its not broken, of course babies can break their nose, idiot! (Of course my mother was right as my brother has a bump on his nose to this day) He was no longer bleeding but had a dressing on his nose. My mother sent me to my room and I was lectured never do anything like that again, how stupid could I be, I learned my lesson and vowed from that day on to look after my little brother and not let him get hurt again.

Thank you for joining me for another part of my life and thank you for reading. Enjoy your night.