My Super Brother

My Mom Was Pregnant with a Brother When she went to the hospital for a check-up, they discovered that my brother had XYY Syndrome. Everyone urged my mom to abort the baby. My mom cried and refused to give up. I asked her what XYY Syndrome meant. She tenderly told me, "It means your brother is a man among men and he will protect his sister." I half-understood, until the day my seven-year-old brother repeatedly struck my mom on the head with a brick. At that moment, I think I finally grasped the true meaning of 'man among men'.

part 1

When I was six, my mom got pregnant. After a few months, they secretly paid for a check-up and found out it was a boy. My mom was overjoyed. Even though my dad always said that having me, his "sweet little girl," was enough, my mom had always dreamed of having a son. However, everything changed after my mom's amniocentesis results came back. They revealed that my unborn brother had XYY chromosomes, the so-called "super male." I overheard my dad earnestly pleading with my mom to give up: "Let's forget it; having Ying Ying with us is enough! The doctor said children like this are likely to develop strong antisocial tendencies in the future; we won't be able to handle it." With tears in her eyes, my mom shook her head, covering her belly with her hands: "No, I can't bear to give up. Look, the baby is already this big. Would you sacrifice your child's life based on the doctor's words?" My dad was speechless, furrowing his brow. Mom firmly said: "Didn't we raise Ying Ying well? I believe this child can be raised well too, as long as we educate him properly..." Frustrated, my dad went to the balcony to smoke, leaving my mom crying with reddened eyes. I approached her and asked: "Mom, what does 'super male' mean?" Mom looked at me with sadness in her eyes. After some thought, she said: "It means your brother is a man among men, and he will protect you." I hesitated and asked: "Will you love my brother more and not love me anymore?" Mom stroked my head: "Of course not. Mom's favorite is still you." I smiled. A few months later, my brother was born. Everyone who saw him praised his beauty, his big eyes, and fair skin, like a little angel from a picture. Whenever someone praised him, my mom felt immense pride and said, "How could such a cute baby be violent? I will spend my life loving him." Under the loving protection of our mom, my brother grew. He began to babble baby talk and express his emotions. However, his way of expressing emotions was different from other kids. If he didn't like the carefully prepared food, he would directly overturn it. When his electric toy car ran out of batteries and stopped moving, he would get very angry and stomp it into pieces on the floor until he was satisfied. He had an extremely strong desire for destruction. The toys at home never survived until the next day. Once he finished destroying his toys, he'd move on to other things, as if the act of destruction brought him endless joy. No matter how my dad tried to discipline him, it was futile. On the other hand, my mom encouraged him: "Good job, baby! Our baby is so strong!" Feeling a bit wronged, I complained to my mom, "Why do you hit me when I break things, but you never hit my brother?" Mom sighed, "Your brother is different. He can only be gently guided. Ying Ying, as the elder sister, you need to be sensible." I didn't understand. It was clearly favoritism.

part 2

To cultivate my brother's gentle nature, my mom bought us each a pet rabbit. Smiling, she said, "You need to be kind to the rabbits; they are living beings too." My brother couldn't keep his hands off the rabbit, gently stroking its ears and nodding eagerly. However, the next day, when my mom went to change the rabbit's lettuce, she let out a scream. I rushed to the balcony to see what had happened. The rabbit my brother had was dead, its belly ripped open, with its guts spilling out into the cage. My rabbit was huddled in a corner, trembling with its ears pressed flat. My brother stood behind my mom, smiling and innocently asking, "Mom, I want another little rabbit!" I hugged my rabbit tightly, feeling a chill run down my spine. Since my brother was born, all of my parents' attention was focused on him. Even my grandmother came over to help take care of him. He became the center of our family's universe. At first glance, he didn't seem any different from other little boys—sweet, with a bright smile, enjoying snacks and cartoons. But this sunny boy could transform into a demon in an instant. My grandmother once refused to let him have snacks, and he bit her arm fiercely, clinging like a wolf, refusing to let go despite anyone's attempts to pull him away. One day, I was just watching TV, and as Mom carried him to the balcony, he grabbed the remote control and smashed it on my head, causing blood to gush from the wound. He smiled with pleasure at the sight. Finally, the time came for him to start kindergarten. My parents invested a lot of effort and money to find a nursery specializing in children's mental health development. But it wasn't long before the school called my parents in to talk. An older kid had bullied him, mocking him for being skinny. He somehow learned to sneak into their nap room during the teacher's bathroom break, set the bedding on fire, and locked the door on his way out. If the teacher hadn't returned in time, it could have ended in disaster! The shocked teacher asked, "Does your child often watch violent cartoons? I've never seen a kid like this! It's terrifying!" At the insistence of other parents, my brother was expelled. My parents repeatedly bowed and apologized while compensating for the damages to settle the matter. My brother, meanwhile, stood by suckling his fingers, watching my parents bow and smiling gleefully. The teacher asked him what he found funny. He replied, "I wanted to set you all on fire!" My dad turned pale and slapped my brother in front of everyone, knocking him to the ground. He wailed and cried while the bystanders watched coldly, only my mom rushed to hold him. "It's all Mom's fault! It's all Mom's fault!"