Daydream Believer

cix. the park and coming together again

cix. the park and coming together again

Brooklyn finally got her motorized wheelchair, so I didn’t have to push her around anymore, which helped a lot. She still needed help with a lot of stuff, and Shonali didn’t feel comfortable hiring a babysitter, so Noah and I usually had to stay home with Brooklyn when Dad and Shonali were at work. It was kind of a pain, but it was rewarding in a way.

 

“Kenna!” Brooklyn shouted. “I want to play outside!”

 

“Okay,” I said, even though I knew there wasn’t a lot Brooklyn could do outside. Noah was still sleeping, so I would have to wake him up. “Wake up Noah,” I said as I entered his room.

 

“What?” he grumbled.

 

“We’re going to the park,” I said.

 

Noah groaned. “Can’t we stay home? I want to sleep.”

 

“Sorry,” I said. “Brooklyn wants to go to the park.”

 

“Why does everything have to revolve around Brooklyn?”

 

I rolled my eyes. That should have been obvious to Noah. “Just get ready,” I said. I exited the room and started making breakfast for Noah and Brooklyn. I wasn’t a great cook, so I just poured some cereal for both of them.

 

Noah came out to the kitchen about half an hour later. “I don’t get why we have to do this,” he mumbled as he ate his cereal. Brooklyn was excited though.

 

After both of them finished their breakfast, we headed out the door. I could still feel everyone staring at Brooklyn, but some of the neighborhood kids had gotten used to her. Noah and I had to walk slowly so Brooklyn could keep up with us, so it took forever to get to the park.

 

“I’m so bored,” Noah said.

 

“You won’t be bored once we get there,” I told him.

 

“Yeah! It’s going to be fun!” Brooklyn said.

 

We finally got there. Brooklyn wouldn’t have much to do, so I took out a ball and decided to play catch with her. That didn’t really involve your legs, right? Unfortunately, I overestimated Brooklyn’s catching skills, so I constantly had to get the ball for her. She seemed to have fun though. I guess all she wanted was the fresh air.

 

Noah was climbing around on the monkey bars and playing on the slides. I could tell that Brooklyn would rather play with him, but she couldn’t, so we played catch. Once Brooklyn got bored of that, I took out a checkerboard and taught her to play. Brooklyn caught on surprisingly quickly. She was smarter than I thought she was.

 

Noah got bored eventually and came over to where we were. “I need to go home,” he said. “My favorite game reviewer is going to post a new review today.”

 

“That’s not a good enough reason to go home,” I said.

 

“I’m bored too,” Brooklyn said.

 

“Fine,” I said. “We’ll go home.”

 

“This isn’t fair!” Noah shouted. “It’s like she’s the only one that matters!”

 

“It’s different with Brooklyn,” I tried to explain to Noah, but I knew that he wouldn’t understand. We started heading home.

 

“That was fun Kenna,” Brooklyn told me. “Can we do it again sometime?”

“Sure, why not?” I said. Noah stormed off to his room, and I accepted that there were some things that just couldn’t be changed, and unfortunately, my brother was one of them.