God must have known how our lives would be intertwined that He made us share the same birthday. He was born when I was 16 years old. To say that I was upset by the circumstances of his birth was an understatement. I never felt as disappointed as I did that day. Somebody I really looked up to has just fallen off her pedestal and what hurts me most was the thought that she will never regain the respect I used to give her.
We accepted him without question. I was not ready for the responsibility but nonetheless, I took it upon myself to look after him. He was like the younger brother I never had. I would even get into fight if I felt he was treated shabbily. I didn’t want him to feel inferior so I gave him more, treated him better and loved him more than my other nephews and nieces. Sometimes I would feel guilty but I made them understand how lucky they are to have both parents while he, only have us.
We never talked about the past but I know that he knew. That’s why he’s angry, angry at the people who brought him to this world but are too selfish to take responsibility of their actions. And why wouldn’t he? His mother was callous enough to have let a birth certificate tell him the whole story. He no longer speaks to his mom for more than a year already. And his father, oh well, he’s just a name that happens to send a gift one Christmas.
As much as I don’t want him to hate them, I believe they deserve it. I made a promise to my parents that no matter what, I will support the boy, protect him even from his parents. I just hope we raised him as a better person, better than his parents ever were.
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There is a reason for something like that to happen. He’s lucky your paths have corssed and I am sure he has grown to be a better person in spite of the anger and frustration over his past.
bloghopped from Fence. Nice posts here!
Thanks for dropping by Lazarus!
May: It’s so hard to raise a teenager. Sometimes I feel I’m too old already.
Well you’re only as old as you’d like to be. But teenagers are always a challenge, eh? It’s hard not to get frustrated over the tantrums of a 2-year old but I keep getting the wait-till-he’s-a-teenager talk and similar versions so whenever I try looking that far ahead, already I see chaos.
sometimes you raise a teenager, sometimes the teenager raises you. it’s a weird thing, but interesting most times. that’s what i’ve heard anyway.
“..he’s angry, angry at the people who brought him to this world but are too selfish to take responsibility of their actions.”
I pray my niece will never come to this. I hope we will raise her well.
Thanks for the drop and the compliment.
Jae, that’s what Titas are for. To pick up the pieces that our siblings have missed. Your niece is such a cute little girl. Hope that she will grow up just fine.
Actually, she is my first cousin’s, erm, fruit of labor. But we’re the ones looking after her since mum’s working in Manila.