I was three years old at the time when my parents saw something wrong. I saw my mom cry, my panic trying to hold me brother, I just sit there without a clue in the world. I wished I had known, but no told me because I was too young. My brother, I want to understand him.
Four years later, one a hot summer day I was climbing up a chair to get a frozen Go-gurt, but at the time how my brother would get more presents than when it comes to my parents. I was full of envy and I hated my brother for it. Then, I heard my mom talking to someone on the phone about my brother having an appointment. After my mom stopped talking on the phone, I went over to the bathroom to ask my mom if my brother was okay. Although, she said, “Can you keep a secret”, and I said yes. Although, in my head I was thinking is my brother is he going to die? She said that my brother is going to get treatment for his Autism. I didn’t know what Autism was at the time, but I asked her what it was. She told me that my brother was born with a disability that made him different than everyone else. When she told me that, I hated myself for weeks.
My brother had suffered from bullying in first grade, and just left him there all alone. I cried in my bed without my mother noticing because I didn’t her to see my shame. I had also made fun of brother, and now I understand. This world made for the both of us to cry on our shoulders, laugh till we drop, hold each other in times of need. I did nothing like that yet he still loved me. Ever since then, I have stopped asking for anything and let them focus on him and to see him smile is like to be forgiven in years of torment. My brother is now 13, and I can’t wait for him to come next year.
Four years later, one a hot summer day I was climbing up a chair to get a frozen Go-gurt, but at the time how my brother would get more presents than when it comes to my parents. I was full of envy and I hated my brother for it. Then, I heard my mom talking to someone on the phone about my brother having an appointment. After my mom stopped talking on the phone, I went over to the bathroom to ask my mom if my brother was okay. Although, she said, “Can you keep a secret”, and I said yes. Although, in my head I was thinking is my brother is he going to die? She said that my brother is going to get treatment for his Autism. I didn’t know what Autism was at the time, but I asked her what it was. She told me that my brother was born with a disability that made him different than everyone else. When she told me that, I hated myself for weeks.
My brother had suffered from bullying in first grade, and just left him there all alone. I cried in my bed without my mother noticing because I didn’t her to see my shame. I had also made fun of brother, and now I understand. This world made for the both of us to cry on our shoulders, laugh till we drop, hold each other in times of need. I did nothing like that yet he still loved me. Ever since then, I have stopped asking for anything and let them focus on him and to see him smile is like to be forgiven in years of torment. My brother is now 13, and I can’t wait for him to come next year.