Brotherhood | Life | Short Story
My brother is the worst
It’s impossible to love my brother
Two apples we picked from the same tree, even though they are both apples but you can find the differences between them.
Like my brother and I, you can see the difference in our facial structure, traits and hobbies. He’s more handsome than me, I admit. Our traits, we think each has its drawbacks. And Hobbies, My brother likes physical sports : soccer, basketball and wrestling. Meanwhile I prefer to daydream and watch cartoons.
My Brother was watching in the living room. At 8:45 a.m. The wrestling show is on air, and my favorite cartoon starts in 15 minutes. The remote must be in my hands before 9:00.
But based on the number of days I spent daydreaming, I grabbed the remote right away, without daydreaming building a proper plan. A punch landed on my face.
I hit him back, he hit harder. His power is indeed stronger, or maybe I am weak, as he said. Usually the fight always ends in tears. My tears.
Almost every day, or maybe every single day. My Brother and I must have had a fight. The causes are mostly the same : fighting over the TV remote, Player 1 on PS 2, or ice cream.
My mom was always the mediator between us, my father too, but my mother was more often to do it. Every time we argued Mom probably regretted having 2 boys which are only 2 years away, and maybe she wished she could get rid of one of them, of course that’s my brother, I am a genius one.
In my room, I covered my face with a pillow while swearing about my brother, and didn’t want to ever know him again.
The knock at the door was my mother and she came in.
“You fought again with your brother?” My mother pulled the pillow from my face, the pillow was wet.
I didn’t answer it.
“He loves you.”
“How come? He hit me in my head, 8 times.” I said.
My mom took a deep breath.
“Do you remember how many hours it took us to get to your aunt’s house?” Mother wipes my tears.
“Hmm, about 5 hours.”
“Right.”
“And we have to sit in chairs that are not only not soft, but very narrow.” I Added.
My mom took another deep breath.
“You know why every year, I always goes there even though it’s tiring.”
“Hmmm, because you miss aunt?”
“Yes, I miss your auntie.” My mom stroked my hair.
“Your aunt and I also often fight like you, even worse, women’s fights…”
“…But in the end we always make up again, then play together like a few minutes ago we didn’t fight. But when we grew up we never fought again, even once…”
“…Because we rarely see each other now, we each have our own lives, our respective families, our respective places to live…”
Mom looked at me, my tears had stopped but they were still on my cheeks.
“Eventually you and your brother will move out from this house, Someday, somewhere. One day, when you are still working and taking a break for a little bit, then accidentally reminiscing about your childhood, you will really want to come back to this house, hug your brother… but you can’t, you have work to do and a long distance…”
My mom again stroked my head, my mom knows what to comfort me.
“…that’s why when you are still living together, don’t fight with your brother ever again, make this a fun thing” My mom took a tissue from my study table and gave 2 sheets to me.
“Come on, apologize to your brother, it was you who took the remote right?” Mother turned out to be the first to talk to my brother.
At that time I didn’t fully understand what she meant. It’s natural that sometimes it takes time or feeling for ourselves before we can understand. Now I understand but…
I draw my own conclusions :
It was impossible, my brother and I didn’t fight anymore, because he was so mean, and hit harder.
It was impossible too, to make things always fun when with my brother, he wasn’t a completely pleasant person. So what I take from my mom’s words, is not that we have to stop fighting because one day we will be separated, but nothing lasts forever.
The ice cream that you hold in the summer will run out because it melts or you eat it in the hot sun making you sweat.
The PS 2 you have somehow started to struggle to read the tape, and one day it stopped working.
My fight with my brother will eventually end either because I cry or we are tired of fighting. The fight over the TV remote or player 1 on PS2 or who ate my ice cream, will eventually end, and will happen again the next day, until the time is up.
Now my brother and I live within 5 hours from each other. I Remember her words, before I make some big decisions, when I am lazy, have to choose, or when I am frustrated. “Nothing Forever.”
And that’s impossible, I don’t love my brother even if we always fight everyday
I went into the living room, and planned to apologize, but still with prestige.
“Here, the remote turns out to be a rebroadcast, I watched it last week” my brother handed the remote in my hand.
And we watch my favorite cartoon together and laugh at different parts.
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