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Warm blankets and baby breathe. My mom said those were her favorite things when my older brother was a baby.
My small smile changed into a frown at the thought of her. She never mentioned my birth or how she felt when she was pregnant with me. She didn't even have pictures of me when I was a baby.
I stared into the eyes of the baby sitting on the lap of a young woman who was seated in front of me. The baby's eyes were blue, they were so unique yet familiar to me. It was odd. This baby looked like someone I met years ago.
She looked like my brother's best friend, Gamora. When I was small I'd tease him when Gamora wasn't around because she was pretty and I wanted her as a sister in law. I was on a train to Boston to meet up with my brother, Giovanni.
I had no luggage with me, because I had no time to pack, or at least that's what my mom said.
I didn't believe her, I think my mom just didn't want me to take my ' old rags ' with me to visit my brother.
The last time she bought me new clothes was on my 16th birthday.
I'm 19 now. I had to start wearing my brothers old clothes because I grew a lot since my 16th birthday.
I didn't really mind wearing his clothes. My mother was a narrow minded woman. She felt that I should only have pink, red or any colour that's
' girly ' in my closet.
My brothers old clothes consisted of dark wash jeans and plaid t-shirts.
A belt and hoodie here and there.
I missed him. When he was around my mother took care of us. Now that I think of it, she only took care of him. The only time she bought me something was when my brother noticed that I had been wearing the same outfits from years ago.
He would tell her off and then she would buy me either white jeans and a pink shirt or a floral red dress. She bought the same clothes every time, she only changed the colour co -order nation.
He moved out when I was 17. He had to study. So I was off to visit him in Boston, and so that he could help me look for a job as a waiter or something. I wasn't allowed to study. I was a ' waste of money '.
My game plan was to get there and beg him to let me stay with him. I would rather live on the streets of Boston then go back home to San Diego.
I hated that place, I didn't even consider that place my home. I hated my life and parents but most of all I hated my mother.
She was a cruel woman. I wasn't allowed to go to school after 14. She barely fed me. I was bullied for being the smallest kid in my grade.
I hate her. She was a very religious person, or so she claimed, but to me she was the devil himself.
I don't know how my father fell in love with her.
She must have had a very wealthy family, that's the only explanation I could come up with. That or she must have been beautiful when she was younger.
The sound of a baby crying pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked at my surroundings, it was all too unfamiliar. I furrowed my brows when i noticed that the old man that was sitting next to me was gone. He was also getting off in Boston so i made a mental note to get off when he gets off.
