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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Life Changing Decisions/Events
- Published: 07/11/2014
The Unloved Brother
Born 1997, M, from Surat, Gujarat, IndiaThe Unloved Brother (By - Shreyanshu Singh)
“AAAAHHHHH”, screamed my Mother. I couldn’t hear her cry as I was standing behind this 10 inch thick glass window, which separated me from her wailing. The intense pain made tears run down her red cheeks. The doctors were still trying to get my brother’s head out of her privates. My father, James, was clutching my mom’s hand. In hope that some of her pain transfers onto him. “True love”, I said to myself. My father gave a quick glance to me and I read his lips – “Josh, wait for some more time”. I nodded. I saw my mom stop for a second, gather all of her strength and gave one herculean push. “Congratulations, it is a boy!”, said the doctors. Mom was still crying, perhaps, out of happiness this time. I could see my father’s face lighten up like the crackers in Diwali. The doctors handed my brother to my father. He kissed his forehead gently. My father looked at me and smiled. He living his happiest moment.
Little did we know that something terrible was about to happen the same night. My mother was taken to her room, while me and James were sent to a waiting room. As soon as James came out of the door, he hugged me and whispered – “You have a baby Brother, Josh.” I smiled. It was late night, around 2:00 I think, when the doctors wake me and my father up. “What happened? Did something happen to my baby!?”, cried my father. “No sir”, replied the doctor. “Then what.” “I am afraid sir, that your wife has only got a couple more hours”. Dead silence. Not a soul squeaked. My father fell on his knees. I could see the pain and anger in his eyes. His lips although shut, screamed curses. Curses to god, to the doctors, to life. He took a deep breath and looked at me. It was as if he thought, “I can’t break down in front of my child.” I said – “Daddy, is mom dying?”. “No, Josh. She is just going away for a little while.” My dad was carried away to my mom’s room while I was asked stay in the waiting room. 1 hours—2 hours—3 hours, I kept waiting. At last, at about 6:40 a nurse walked in and said- “You are Josh?”. “Yes, that would be me”, I replied. “Your parents want to see you” and she directed me towards mom’s room.
I walked to the door and saw my dad holding mom’s hand as tightly as he was holding them in the delivery room. Although, this time he hoped that he would give something to mom, something that was being taken away from her. Life. I walked in and my mom whispered- “Josh, come here honey.” ”Yes, mom?” She looked at me and said – “I’ll be going for a very long holiday. I want you to take care of dad for me, okay?”. “Okay.”, I replied. Mom grabbed dad’s hand and kissed it. “I love you, James.” Before my father could reply, mom’s lifeless hand slipped through his hand. Her eyes slowly shut. We sat there in silence for an hour. “Let us go to see your brother”, said James.
Years passed by, 19 to be exact. The pain faded but never died. My father died after 3 years of mom’s death. So me and my brother were the only ones left. I had always blamed Jason, my little brother, for mom’s death. I hated him. So much. But I agreed to live with him and protect him as a brother just because my mom’s face was lightened when he was born. For mom’s sake. I was 21 and he was 19.
I never allowed any emotional connection between us. I didn’t want to. One time, me and my friends, along with Jason, had gone for river rafting. I was a dare-devil, I believed I got it from Dad. One day, I decided to challenge the most infamous tides. It started out good, but soon turned into a disaster. I hit a rock which made my boat tumble , throwing me in the white, bubbly and cold river. I screamed – “HELP! HELP!”. No one heard. I was fighting but soon my arms were tired, my legs were hurting. My head was throbbing and lungs drowning in river-water. Exhaustion took over my courage. I let go, I stopped fighting. I found oblivion enveloping me.
Suddenly someone grabbed me by my arm and carried me to the surface. I couldn’t see who it was, my vision was all hazy and my lungs were screaming for oxygen. I was pulled onto the beach. I lay unconscious for 3 hours.
When I regained my consciousness, I asked – “Who saved me?”. One of them replied- “Your brother, Jason.” ”WHAT?” I said. It can’t be. I was infuriated. He had made me feel like crap. I rushed to his tent, pinned him down on the sand and shouted- “Why did you save me!? WHY!? I have never treated you like a brother. Now I owe something to you! I don’t want it to be like that”. I lost all of my breath again. He said – “Brothers don’t owe each other anything.” I said – “YOU ARE NOT MY BROTHER.” I started crying. Jason came near to me and said – “I know you were traumatized because of mom’s death. But we have to be there for each other, no matter what.”
I felt ashamed. I wanted to dive again in those rapids, I wanted the same oblivion to engulf me in it again.
“I am sorry, Sorry for everything I have ever done.”
”You don’t have to be sorry”, Jason said.
Our relationship as brothers bloomed after that. We were there for each other, always, just the way brothers should be. I knew that mom and dad must have been so happy, seeing me and Jason together.
Till this day I regret the mistakes I had made with Jason, the way I treated him. It cannot be mended.
I am grateful for my better half, whom I’ll be marrying next week, and also a brother, who believed in me unconditionally.
The Unloved Brother(Shreyanshu)
The Unloved Brother (By - Shreyanshu Singh)
“AAAAHHHHH”, screamed my Mother. I couldn’t hear her cry as I was standing behind this 10 inch thick glass window, which separated me from her wailing. The intense pain made tears run down her red cheeks. The doctors were still trying to get my brother’s head out of her privates. My father, James, was clutching my mom’s hand. In hope that some of her pain transfers onto him. “True love”, I said to myself. My father gave a quick glance to me and I read his lips – “Josh, wait for some more time”. I nodded. I saw my mom stop for a second, gather all of her strength and gave one herculean push. “Congratulations, it is a boy!”, said the doctors. Mom was still crying, perhaps, out of happiness this time. I could see my father’s face lighten up like the crackers in Diwali. The doctors handed my brother to my father. He kissed his forehead gently. My father looked at me and smiled. He living his happiest moment.
Little did we know that something terrible was about to happen the same night. My mother was taken to her room, while me and James were sent to a waiting room. As soon as James came out of the door, he hugged me and whispered – “You have a baby Brother, Josh.” I smiled. It was late night, around 2:00 I think, when the doctors wake me and my father up. “What happened? Did something happen to my baby!?”, cried my father. “No sir”, replied the doctor. “Then what.” “I am afraid sir, that your wife has only got a couple more hours”. Dead silence. Not a soul squeaked. My father fell on his knees. I could see the pain and anger in his eyes. His lips although shut, screamed curses. Curses to god, to the doctors, to life. He took a deep breath and looked at me. It was as if he thought, “I can’t break down in front of my child.” I said – “Daddy, is mom dying?”. “No, Josh. She is just going away for a little while.” My dad was carried away to my mom’s room while I was asked stay in the waiting room. 1 hours—2 hours—3 hours, I kept waiting. At last, at about 6:40 a nurse walked in and said- “You are Josh?”. “Yes, that would be me”, I replied. “Your parents want to see you” and she directed me towards mom’s room.
I walked to the door and saw my dad holding mom’s hand as tightly as he was holding them in the delivery room. Although, this time he hoped that he would give something to mom, something that was being taken away from her. Life. I walked in and my mom whispered- “Josh, come here honey.” ”Yes, mom?” She looked at me and said – “I’ll be going for a very long holiday. I want you to take care of dad for me, okay?”. “Okay.”, I replied. Mom grabbed dad’s hand and kissed it. “I love you, James.” Before my father could reply, mom’s lifeless hand slipped through his hand. Her eyes slowly shut. We sat there in silence for an hour. “Let us go to see your brother”, said James.
Years passed by, 19 to be exact. The pain faded but never died. My father died after 3 years of mom’s death. So me and my brother were the only ones left. I had always blamed Jason, my little brother, for mom’s death. I hated him. So much. But I agreed to live with him and protect him as a brother just because my mom’s face was lightened when he was born. For mom’s sake. I was 21 and he was 19.
I never allowed any emotional connection between us. I didn’t want to. One time, me and my friends, along with Jason, had gone for river rafting. I was a dare-devil, I believed I got it from Dad. One day, I decided to challenge the most infamous tides. It started out good, but soon turned into a disaster. I hit a rock which made my boat tumble , throwing me in the white, bubbly and cold river. I screamed – “HELP! HELP!”. No one heard. I was fighting but soon my arms were tired, my legs were hurting. My head was throbbing and lungs drowning in river-water. Exhaustion took over my courage. I let go, I stopped fighting. I found oblivion enveloping me.
Suddenly someone grabbed me by my arm and carried me to the surface. I couldn’t see who it was, my vision was all hazy and my lungs were screaming for oxygen. I was pulled onto the beach. I lay unconscious for 3 hours.
When I regained my consciousness, I asked – “Who saved me?”. One of them replied- “Your brother, Jason.” ”WHAT?” I said. It can’t be. I was infuriated. He had made me feel like crap. I rushed to his tent, pinned him down on the sand and shouted- “Why did you save me!? WHY!? I have never treated you like a brother. Now I owe something to you! I don’t want it to be like that”. I lost all of my breath again. He said – “Brothers don’t owe each other anything.” I said – “YOU ARE NOT MY BROTHER.” I started crying. Jason came near to me and said – “I know you were traumatized because of mom’s death. But we have to be there for each other, no matter what.”
I felt ashamed. I wanted to dive again in those rapids, I wanted the same oblivion to engulf me in it again.
“I am sorry, Sorry for everything I have ever done.”
”You don’t have to be sorry”, Jason said.
Our relationship as brothers bloomed after that. We were there for each other, always, just the way brothers should be. I knew that mom and dad must have been so happy, seeing me and Jason together.
Till this day I regret the mistakes I had made with Jason, the way I treated him. It cannot be mended.
I am grateful for my better half, whom I’ll be marrying next week, and also a brother, who believed in me unconditionally.
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