Here's something I wrote while I was bored one day. Lemme know what you think. **Updated: 11/10/09**
I was sitting on the windowsill, watching the rain fall outside. To me, it seemed like God himself was crying. Mom was due home from the hospital soon with my new, baby brother. This wasn’t a meeting I was looking forward to. For three years, I was the center of my parent’s attention – now, it seemed like they’ve all but forgotten me. Mom was always lying down up in her room and Dad was always fussing over mom and the new baby.
As I looked out into the darkness, I saw two headlights appear. They were home. I hopped off the windowsill and went to open the door for Mom. Maybe then she’d pay more attention to me. When Dad helped her from the car and they both ran towards the house, Mom carrying a bundle of blankets that I assumed was my brother.
They said a quick thanks to me and went into the living room. They both sat on the couch and looked over the little bundle. The neighbor that was babysitting my left quietly, letting my parents fawn over their new baby. Dad was grinning stupidly, as if nothing else mattered. I instantly hated the baby for that – Dad had never looked at me that way.
I was standing in the door way watching when Dad looked up and spotted me. “Joseph, come over here and say hi to you little brother,” Dad instructed.
Grudgingly, I walked over to them and sat next to Dad on the couch. He passed the little bundle over to me and made sure I wouldn’t drop him. When I looked down, my heart melted and I could feel the hatred wash away. Look up from the blanket was the cutest little boy I had ever seen. He had giant blue eyes that looked up at me, pleading me to love him.
I smiled at him and the little guy smiled back. He wriggled his arm free from the blankets and reached out for me. When I grasped his tiny hand, I knew then that I would do anything to protect this little bundle of joy.
“Hi, Jonathan, I’m Joseph, your big brother,” I told him.
