Family

I'm a proud son to the loving parents that I have, I protective brother for the sister always tries to spend quality time with me. I'm that son which my mom had selected over many options that she had.

When I was very small, I had almost no job to do and was sleeping in my bed when my mom came to see, all excited I ran all around the place because her smile had somthing hidden deep within and I knew she was the one that would bring me into a family.

Moments later I was brought home and she made sure I had pretty many snacks and a cozy bed. I was lying in the bed with my head placed on the lap of my dad.

"You will have to protect your sister, Aditi."

He told me as she came and decided to dress me up. She was quite annoying in beginning as all she wanted was to dress me up. Not just any dress, a frock, the way she dressed. It was very hard to manage her, for whenever she was bored she used to do that.

I had to be very responsible, the entire family was giving me utmost care and was taking care of me better than anybody in the house.

But, still I wanted to go out, to be free. Just like everybody else in the house. I was always in the house while they frequently went out. All I would go out was just 3 times a day and that too someone accompanying me.

That one thing frustrated me. The frustration was building very much and I decided to run away from the house. It was that day, when I knew the meaning what my dad meant.

My parents went out for a business meeting. I and Aditi were alone in the house and it was already dark outside.

"I'm gonna go up and get a new dress for you."

Aditi said and ran upstairs. The front door had a little opening for me to slip into the huge open space. I wanted my freedom and so I ran outside.

"Just for a little time. They can go, so even I can."

I kept on saying to myself as I was almost left the house. Just then I saw some random person sneak into my house. Moments later I could hear my sister's shouting.

I ran with all the speed I could gather to see some person dragging my sister with a knife in his hand.

I ran and caught his leg, next moment he stabbed my leg. I had lot of pain not because of the wound but because I wasn't upto to one duty I had and the love they showered on me, still I wanted to run away.

I hung on to his legs and kept pulling him down while my sister managed to hit him so hard that he collapsed.

After a while, my parents returned along with a doctor. He put bandages on my legs and said something that made me realise the purpose of my life.

"The cut is deep, still he hung on and saved her. He's not just a dog, he's all the loving family you people have."

The purpose of my life or the purpose of any life is to spread love. It's not about growing big financially or something like that. It's more about being surrounded with the people who give us love, care and are ready to share all the emotions with us.

I might not be able to stand on my 4 legs and be a regular dog but with the remaining 3 healthy legs, I would be the loving son and a protective brother for sure.

My name is Bruno and my family is my world.