Writings

The glass child

you were five when your brother was born. you knew that once he arrived you would be getting less attention because after all he was a baby.

the doctors told your parents he had down syndrome. from then on he was tutted as special, a miracle baby with an extra chromosome.

when you graduated kindergarten you dismissed your parents not being excited for you. they were taking care of your brother, after all.

at seven years old, you skinned your knee while learning to ride a bike. you didn't ask your mom for a band-aid, you just held pressure to stop the bleeding. she was dealing with a toddler throwing a tantrum, after all.

at ten, your dad left. he was tired of the constant fighting. you were happy. at least he wouldn't hit your mom anymore. still, your brother cried when he was told he had to get ready for the first day of school tomorrow.

you didn't remember the last time you had a birthday party or got told happy birthday. but every year, your parents would co-parent just for your brother's special day.

today you turned eighteen. your brother is thirteen. he's being praised for being on the a/b honor roll. you wipe the tears as you get ready for graduation.

they're throwing him a party for his hard work. but at least grandma and grandpa will be there to watch you cross the stage and turn your tassel.

it's your wedding day. your parents couldn't attend. your brother broke his foot and is very sick. of course he needs both parents at home to take care of him.

years pass and your dad passes away. people ask you why you didn't attend his funeral.

your daughter is seven when her sister arrives.

your baby girl has an extra chromosome, the doctor says to you and your husband.

you make sure your oldest daughter never feels left out or unloved.

four years pass and your brother visits your house and meets his nieces for the first time.

you cut off contact from him and your mom.

but you cry happy tears anyway when you see two people with extra chromosomes hugging each other.

and your heart heals a little.

after all, you love your brother. you just wish your parents were around more and made you feel special.