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19
January 2014
Baby
Brother
When I was 7 I was a very happy child. My parents played with me and
my brother Darren was my best friend. We would spend countless hours
causing mayhem and chaos for my mom. In mid to late 1995 that would
all change because that would be the day my mom would tell us we were
getting a little brother or sister.
I remember my mom sitting us on the couch. Her belly was doing flips
that day and so she thought she would tell us then that she was
pregnant with our little brother or sister.
“Feel my tummy. There is a baby in there,” said my mom as best
that I can remember.
“Mom there isn't a baby in there. There can't be. Mom you're just
fat,” yes I said that to my mom. Darren and I flat out just refused
to believe there could be something that would be added to our
dynamic.
As time went by, we began to accept the new addition to our family.
For me, my new little sibling would be a living doll I could dress up
and feed and play with. I just knew I was going to have a sister and
I was excited!
I
don't remember the day very well. I was too young to understand what
labor was and what happens when a baby is born. There were some
complications. The umbilical cord was wrapped around the babies
throat and my new little sibling had lost oxygen for a while.
Thankfully, Christian was okay and on the 19th
of January 1996 I got to meet my new little brother. I was so
excited! Don't get me wrong, I was super upset he wasn't a girl. I
very vaguely remember telling someone they were wrong about him being
a boy. He was mine nonetheless.
Darren and I got a new little buddy this day 18 years ago today. I
think my mom expected us to be more excited about the news that he
was going to be our sibling but we grew into the old sibling roles
and learned to love it but I will never forget calling my mom a fat
liar (from the mouth of babes) when she told us she was pregnant, I
certainly hope she did though because he was a great gift that she
gave us.
20
January 2014
The
Vain Peacock
Prince Peacock lived in an expansive villa in a rich Indian city. He
shared the villa with many other peacocks but no other peacock looked
like Prince Peacock. He was a rare white peacock with pink in the
eyes of his feathers. Everyone who saw Prince would express how
beautiful he was. He would make a point to strut in front of the
people with his extravagant tale trailing behind him so that people
could always see how gracious and lovely he was.
The rich delegate who owned and named Prince decided one day that
his peacock would love a mirror at its level to strut in front of.
Prince just loved this. He would spend countless hours staring at
himself in his new mirror. Prince would open and close his feathers
so he could see the beauty everyone else gets to see.
“How gorgeous I look! The pink is so fine today. Everyone loves my
unique feathers,” he would say to himself. His vanity knew no
bounds.
One day a tragic event happened in Prince Peacock's villa. A fire
had broken out and everyone was running out to safety. The animals
were running away yelling for Prince Peacock to leave as well.
“I will just stay put. Someone has to protect the villa from
looters. The fire department will arrive eventually and they will see
me in all my grace. Plus the fire makes my feathers look glorious.
Look how spectacular I look in the flames,” he exclaimed.
The fire was finally put out several hours later. The delegate went
through his home to see what could be recovered if anything. Inside
his expansive villa he didn't find much left. The only thing really
still standing was the mirror he had installed. It had a large crack
down the middle and in front of it was Prince Peacock, still staring
at himself. All that was left were black ashes and bones. His
obsession and vanity blew away with a gust of wind that took his
ashes.
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