LOOKING AFTER MY YOUNGER BROTHER ON TWO OCCASIONS

Spending just a few hours with my mischievous brother is quite hard going. It feels as if I am manifest to him. As my two-year-old sister was sick and admitted to the hospital thereafter my mother had to make her way to the hospital. She appointed me to look after my rowdy brother I was at my wit's end as I wanted to refuse her, but I didn’t have the courage. Moreover, I can comprehend that it was her compulsion to do so. Therefore, I had to abide by her instructions. She locked the house, leaving me with my brother who was sleeping. When he woke up he started crying at the top of my lungs, so I let him play video games. It was a cherry on top that he ceased to boohoo, but then he was bored. Consequently, I made him some popcorn to devour and, played the movie, “Minions,” for him to watch it. Then he turned on the waterworks again that I should gambol like a toddler. While playing with him, my memories were racing in my mind that when I was his age, I also used to caper like this. Overall, I also savored every moment, although it was irritating I relished it though.

Another time, when my grandfather was on his deathbed so my mother preceded to see him, taking my sister with her as she was quiet and innocent, she was the opposite of my brother's nature. It was morning so I cooked eggs, paratha, and tea like a scalded cat. It was impossible for me to prepare everything simultaneously, and then what happened was that parathas were rendered, tea was over-boiled and the stove was befouled. I was drained out maculating the kitchen, but then my brother lachrymose that I should bake a cake for him. I placed all the ingredients on the dining table, but I couldn’t get hold of the flour as it was in the cabinet so I stood on a stool to take it out, my brother shook the stool and I fell down, hurting my feet. It took around three hours to clean the mess. I fell to death on my feet.

I was extremely exasperated that I tied my brother to a chair with the rope. I scolded him and a severe headache struck me as he was crying loudly. When my mother slapped me in the head, upon seeing what I had done with my brother, she rebuked and slapped me. I had a bad taste in my mouth and vowed that I would never let my mother leave until she takes my brother with her!