Aargh! Younger brothers! Who needs them? Who wants them? Who asked for them?
Not me!
I think all families should hold some kind of election before parent’s decide to have a second kid. And the first kid’s vote should sway the final decision. Ok. I know that doesn’t sound democratic, but if you had a brother like mine, you would understand.
See, I’m stuck with the peskiest, most annoying, irritating (why can’t I think of adjectives like these when M. Ma’am asks me in English class?) brother in the world. What’s even worse than him being pesky, annoying and irritating? He’s made of super glue, and I just can’t get rid of him.
He follows me everywhere: to my friend’s house, to the cricket ground, to play beyblade, and even to the bathroom! Till last year he even wanted to have a bath with me! He thinks all my friends are his friends and starts crying when he isn’t invited to my classmates’ birthday parties.
Who’s better?
It’s not like my brother is a troll who lives alone under a bridge without any friends of his own. He has plenty of friends at school, but he just thinks my friends are cooler. Which they are. But is it my fault his friends are losers?
I think Amma feels bad about what a leech my brother is, but does she do anything to stop him? NO! Because if she did, then that would mean she’d have to entertain him, and it’s just easier to make him my responsibility. So now, every time I go down to play, I have to take him with me AND listen to a lecture on how to keep an eye on him. The lectures started after I lost him. What? It was an accident. And it’s not like he didn’t know his way back. Which reminds me, while I got yelled at for losing him, he got praised for being so smart and independent.
That’s the other thing. There are so many double standards I can’t keep track of them. My brother can come home from football class and say ‘I scored 30 goals’ and our parents are like ‘Ha! ha! Soooo cute!’. If I said that, they’d be like ‘How about we keep that imagination just for your creative writing assignments?’ If he does something stupid, we both get yelled at so he doesn’t feel bad. But when I do something stupid, somehow I’m the only one in the line of fire.
Amma keeps saying that I’ll like my brother when I’m older. She also says that about brinjal, and I know I’m not changing my mind about that.
The only thing worse than little brothers? Little sisters. Whenever my cousin K comes, she steals my Darth Vader t-shirts and likes to sing loudly in her sleep. Thank God I don’t have a baby sister. I’d rather eat brinjal for the rest of my life.