Sibling Rivalry-Part One

I got to enjoy being the only child for four years.  Then my brother, Jeff, was born he was beautiful.  He got all the attention and love.  My mom seemed happier.  My dad didn’t have much to say about him, though until my brother got older.  My mom started to work so she had someone come to the house to stay with us.  Jeff and I were close growing up.  He did mean things to me though.

One year at Easter my mom got us a colored baby chick each I was about seven at that time.  I played with mine a lot. Daddy made us a box with a partial screen on it to keep them in.

I went out one morning to get my out to play with. Jeff hadn’t woke at that time so I was really happy about that.  That happiness didn’t last long though.  Jeff came running to me and before I could stop him he sat on my baby chick and killed it.  I cried and cried. My mom told me to leave my brother alone she always did favor him over me.

It was like that all my life; even after I was grown.  This is just a small part of my life that I wanted to share.  My message is to never favor one child over another one.