Life, to others, might be a bed of roses, but to me, it's not. I've tried to be the best I can be. I've endeavoured to be the best brother I can, for my siblings, but it seems the more I try to be better, the more I think I can't ever be.
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“Lys, we're off to school, love you!” Mara shouts excitedly, just like always.
She's only but a bubbly girl.
I haven't seen anyone as excited to attend school as she is, she's a cheerful spirit despite her medical conditions.
“Take care and don't forget to take your medicine,” I turn towards the silent twin, “Mikel I trust you will take care of your kid sister, will you?” I pat him on his shoulder.
Mikel murmured in reply.
“What?" I bent to hear his words. But he shrugged my hand off his shoulder.
“I will, brother, and for your information, I'm not a kid anymore. I am starting high school today." Mara rolled her eyes at me.
After the movie, we watched a week, or two ago, she has learned to roll her eyes at everything.
To her, it's the latest expression.
They both walk out the door, with Mara skipping like the little girl she is.
“Be careful!” I shout out to them.
I worry about her a lot, she's a fragile being.
“Lys, always the worried mother hen," Grys took a bite from the pancake on the plate, with his mouth full, he resumes talking, “relax for once and enjoy life," he takes another bite. His words were muffled a bit by the food in his mouth.
“You know It's not healthy to talk with your mouth full?" I caution with my eyebrows raised at him.
He waved me off,“ forget about that, nothing is.....” he starts coughing, pointing at the water on the table, he holds his throat.
I almost restrained myself from giving him water, but being the doting mother hen as he jokes, I offer him the water.
He gulped the water in two swallows.
“Take it easy, you might choke again,” I lightly pat him on his back.
Removing my hand, he glared at me, “if it were to be Mara that choked, you would have given her the water before she can ask for it”, he accused poor old me.
“If it were to be Mara, she won't have talked with her mouth full, moreover you are not Mara and you will never be.” I frown.
He stuck his tongue out at me, “someone is practising Favoritism. You're always saying you love us equally, but we know it's Mara you love most”, he pouts.
Sporadically, I have a hard time believing Grys is an eighteen years boy and not a seven-year-old. His behaviour makes a person confused.
“ I love you all equally, it's just that I give special attention to Mara based on her health issues.” I sigh.
He sobers at that.
He gets uncomfortable whenever her health issues are brought up.
“ You're dressed up today, where are you heading to?” he raised a brow at me.
I know he's trying to change the topic, but I let it slide,
“I am going for a job interview”, I smile, readjusting my tie for the umpteenth time this morning.
“Which company? Last I checked, you've gone on all the job interviews you applied to.”
He has a point there.
I wrote the application letter last two months, and I had forgotten about it until I got a mail from the company.
I didn't make my siblings aware of it, as I don't want them to be disappointed if I don't get the job done.