Two brothers and their mother, alone without a father. A man so cruel that only cared about himself, money and sex. But why would our mother go for someone so useless as this man? For he stole more than just her money and her car, but a piece of her heart. They say opposites attract, and with a heart so pure and kind, fell to the hands of a man without a heart. The first child was what really broke him. When our mother was pregnant for the first time, she almost had the baby killed, and I wouldn't be here telling you this. But the father of the child pushed her from a staircase in an hotel where they were living fantasies, but luckily we survived.
The man wanted to get rid of the baby, but our poor mother had eyes for two men. Her love, and her son. After 4 years, the child was cared for by his mother. And the man told the woman he would deal with one child only, if more were to come he'd get rid of them. But even with such words, he turned into a baby-making machine for two whole weeks. Mother always in a good mood, and so was he. He actually smiled to my younger self. Yes I'm that child I've been speaking of, but that's not all. Days or weeks later, my mom didn't have blood coming down her vagina, and it worried her. She took me with her to the hospital, and got the news she was pregnant, again.
She decided to keep it a secret, and in perfect timing the man had a trip to see his sick brother, and left for months. It was me and my mother alone. Those were the greatest days of my life. I was cared for, and she actually payed attention to me at all times. No angry man, just love.
After months of joy, and days filled with fun, my mom was sent to the hospital. I sat alone in the waiting room. When I saw the man come in. He looked at me with hatred, then turned away. He asked the nurse for the location of my mother, and went to the room mentioned. I followed him from a distance, because I too was worried. He went inside and went on his knees next to her. He asked the doctor to leave them alone, the doctor left, then the man started crying. Mother was confused, he had completely forgotten his words about only being able to have one child. Then he told her why he was crying, his brother had died.
His brother was younger than him, and they did everything together. His brother was his only friend throughout his life, not including all the lady friends he had. Mother started crying then told the man, "before you mentioned your brother, I was thinking about him. I remembered those baby pictures you have in your side of the room. And I looked at my baby, and I swore I was looking at those pictures."
Mother showed the man the baby, and with tears in his eyes he smiled. He saw the resemblance to his brother. It was as if his brother died, just to live again, and be with him once more. They looked like that perfect family you see in movies. Seeing everyone so happy, made me happy. Mother has such a beautiful smile. That moment, mother thought the man actually was fine by the fact they'd be living with two children. This time around, he seemed kind. My brother, who was then named Thomas after his brother, became the key to their happy relationship. The thing is, I'm not part of it.
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The Unloved Child
Short Story(17+?) To be part of a family one must feel wanted. But when the man that helped you be born doesn't love you. It's hard. Feeling unloved, hated, upset. Especially when your brother gets all the love and affection. So why not me?
