There wasn't much
of a beginning
because when it started I wasn't old enough to remember
I suppose our beginning is
when we met
A gloruous and scary day
that was
but
im starting to regret our encounter
I don't hate you
but
I think you do
I was following the same routine that day
Cleaning
Sweeping
Washing
Dusting
Mopping
Organizing
and most importantly
Homework
I was just waiting for my mom
to get home with Timmy
my baby brother
I wasn't sure what was taking her so long,
I mean she was suppose
to be back two hours ago
I had my ipod ear phones plugged in my ears
blasting
one of the best songs
I've ever heard
I was vacumming
of course doing chores I'd rather not be doing
Mom just doesnt understand the
life I have out of this house,
one that doesnt consist of babies
I came out of the garage
after putting the vacume cleaner away
and saw Mom putting grocery bags on the table
What for? I asked
We had already gotten our food for the month
She said, Didn't I tell you?
I said, Tell me what
She said, About him.
That's when he came into the kitchen
He was nothing
I would like to look at
Skin too
pale
Hair too
greasy
and blond
Tall yet thin muscle
barely defined under his shirt
He was carrying five massive bags
stuffed with I dont even know what
And you are? I asked.
He looked at
Mom as if he had to ask
permission to talk
Mom acted as if she hadnt
noticed or maybe she didnt
Well, I said. His eyes found mine,
glistening blue and
bright
A smile suddenly broke
out on his face and I felt something
tug inside of me
Well, he said, I live here
My jaw fell open My mind began to spin
Thoughts swirling out of control
Why the hell would he live with us?
Who the hell is he?
What the hell was Mom thinking.
I can only imagine how
much things will change
how nothing will be the same
with this stupid additon
He's your brother, Mom said.
