On the words I didn’t say, translated…
My younger brother is six years junior to me, as he was a kid, he’d become like that gum that stuck on the bottom of my shoes, loved circling around me. As my parents set up their stands at the marketplace, busying their ways through the entire day, there were often just the two of us, sister and brother at home, we’d spent every minute of every day together, and his simple smiles, often made me forget, just how lonely I’d felt.
After my younger brother entered puberty, he’d become especially rebellious, and had gotten into heated fights with my parents a lot, and, at the time, I’d just gotten into that hard-to-get-in university, still had yet to adjust to the life of a university freshman, and I’d needed to part-time for my own way. Seeing how all the classmates around me are socializing, hanging on, enjoying their colorful university life, but I’d kept getting bogged down by money, I’d had awful feelings, let alone, that when I got home, I’d be bombarded with a house full of arguments, it was, getting on my last nerves.
not my photo…
My parents’ authoritarian ways are not right, but, my younger brother’s talking back to them is also, very disrespectful. Once I’d called my younger brother into my room, and grilled him, my younger brother started shouting out at me angrily, believed that I’d not understood the whole thing, and started blaming him, just like my parents. Wanted me to not put myself up on that high pedestal, just because I am studious. I’d felt bad, discouraged, that I can’t do right by either side, and then, I’d, stopped, butting in, to the arguments at home, and I’d always scheduled the night shifts for my work, to avoid the heated home fronts, and I’d, started, talking less and less to my younger brother too.
After switch to and from several high schools, my younger brother finally got is high school diploma, maybe, it was to leave home, he’d taken the test into the military schools. The day my younger brother went to military school, I was away on a business trip, I’d not gone to see him off, and my parents told me, that he’d insisted on taking the trains himself, to not allow them to accompany him. And now, my younger brother is a tall and proud lieutenant, but he’d still, not connected us, his family members.
It’s not at all, easy, to live on one’s own, to survive, I wanted to return back to the day my younger brother went off into the services, hold his hand in person, and tell him, “Take good care of yourself. Whatever happens, you can come back to ask me, I will think of a way for you, no matter how trying the situations.”
what separated this family…not my silhouette.
The estrangements of a family, caused by the parents, because the parents argued incessantly, making the kids feel all the pressures too, and naturally, when the kids are able to, they all made their escapes from home, and, this younger brother found his own way out, by enlisting into the services, working hard, and getting a higher rank in the armed services, but, the price that he’d paid, is the estrangement of his families, and it still wasn’t his fault.
Life, the Obstacle Course 