I’m sitting in a broken chair, with a short on, well let me tell you this is kind of hurting. I’m not sure what to write about today, I’m in front of a old computer at a big mall, I’m bored and I deactivated my facebook few days ago, so I don’t have anyone to stalk, I forgot to bring my cell phone to work today, so I can’t even text my friends. I don’t have any other assignments for Monday, but to write in my blog. So here I am trying to think about something to write about, something that gives me something 800 words long. Yesterday my literature teacher read us some of our classmate blogs, one of my friends wrote about a childhood event that made me laugh and remember things that I shared with my little brother years ago, and made me realized how our relationship had changed since then. We used to be very close to each other, we spent many time together and have the most amazing adventures a child would like to have. Our imagination had no end; I hope all of our memories stay in our heart now and forever. So I guess this is the topic I’m writing about, I want to remember those great times.
My little’s brother name is Gabriel, he is fourteen years now, and I know that he will be a gentleman. He has a huge heart, willing to help everyone that comes across; he gives more than he has not waiting for something in return. My little brother is a strong little boy that has been in between of many problems, and at the end he knows exactly how to handle them, he never chooses between two he is always in the middle and never take sides, he tries not to judge or criticize anybody and always respects what other people think. He is very secure of himself and loves taking risks, Gabriel is a very unique boy, he knows how to play the guitar like nobody does, electric or acoustic guitar, loves music. Passed from piano, to battery and now guitar, he loves blues, rock, reggae and every kind of music.Well I know I could write so much more about him, but this blog assignment we need to choose from 6 topics. So I’ll write about how I shared my childhood with this amazing brother of mine.
When we made trips to Huehuetenango and Gabriel was a little baby he was always sitting in a baby chair for cars that was subjected with the back sit belt. I remember he didn’t cry that much, so what I did was to unbuckled that was inside the chair, so every curve my mom took the chair fell, I couldn’t stop laughing because my brother couldn’t move and my mom didn’t realized it until she heard me laughing so hard.
I’m sixteen years old, he is fourteen as I told you before. We are only two children, and therefore I’m the oldest of the two, that means I was able to manipulate, bother and lie to my little brother because he was much more innocent that I was. When he was 5 years old I remember I did this weird mixture of ingredients, I actually mixed everything that I was able to find in my kitchen. Starting from water and milk, to Nesquik (powder for making milk chocolate), lemon, sugar and salt, and the special ingredient: soil from my front yard. Well when it was all mixed up, I went with my brother and told him that if he drank it he would be the fastest kid ever, he will run so fast that nobody would be capable of seeing him! My little brother believed it of course, he started drinking that weird thing, he was just to throw up, I can’t imagine how that tasted like, I actually can’t understand how he didn’t got sick. When he finished it he started running through the garden, I started screaming “WOW!! Gabriel where are you? I can’t even see you”… He ran and ran until I got bored and told him that the super power was over, and that someday I will make the secret mixture for him again.
We used to believe that we were spies since we watched that movie called “Spy Kids”, we made my mom buy us every new thing that was related to spies. We had magic glasses to see in the dark, we had a microphone to keep secret messages, a green lantern, everything you can imagine a little kid would need to be a professional spy. One of our favorite missions was going to the condominium basement where all the tenants used to have their reunions, and listen about their conversations. We where the heads of all missions, because we were the ones who had more spy stuff of our neighborhood. Playing Barbie’s was one of my favorite hobbies back then; I could spend hours in my room building Barbie’s house. Boys liked playing cars, but I forced my little brother to play Barbie’s with me, but he played with that toy called “Max Steel”, I always thought he was much handsome than Ken. We spent all afternoon riding bicycles in the garden with our friends. We watched movies; we made exclusive song shows to my mom. I remember we laugh every time we could.
Time passed by and we got older, we started changing the garden for video games and Barbie world for true love stories. I remember when he told me about the first crush on a girl he had, at first I was kind of jealous. He had a girlfriend before I finally got a boyfriend. I grew older and started hanging more with my friends, going to parties, going to the cinema, pajama parties, etc. It seemed that I didn’t have so much time to share with Gabriel as I did before. I miss those days when we could get along so well to spend all day long together. I became a very mean sister; I never paid attention to him, and started bothering him until it wasn’t funny anymore. He started to walk away from my life little by little; he doesn’t trust me as before. I regret not realizing that my attitude hurt him. I wish more than anything in this world we could ever have the relationship we once had again. A couple of months from now I promised myself that I would never be so mean at him again and I would give him more attention, because he haven’t done nothing but being nice at me in all this time, he does not deserve how I treat him. I haven’t really worked in this promise I made, but now I know that at the end of my day, family goes first, and in some future he will be my only family left. I love my little brother, he is the man of the house, the only man I have really loved in my life, I always tough that a brother is a friend given by nature, so I know that I will gain our friendship back again, before it may be to late.
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