My mother's mistake

At least in a mother’s life time, she commits a great mistake. For that mistake, I do not forgive her.

I do not mourn for my sake. I mourn in behalf of those innocent people who were and am sure are still hurting.

We are six children in the family. Four are boys, including me. Am sure, mothers knows, that there are times competition among siblings could not be avoided. Competition as to who is the most talented, who is the most intelligent, who is the most sensitive or who is the most handsome.

I do not mind if mother, in the presence of all my siblings, and even with strangers, tells me I have no talent, or that I have no intelligence or am insensitive. But I do mind if she declares in front of my siblings that I am the most handsome.

My siblings are human beings too. They have feelings. They hurt. And I know my mother’s remark hurt them badly.

It is not my siblings’ fault that they did not become as handsome as your youngest child, mother. In fact, they did not even wish to be born. It was you and my father, bless his soul, who gave them the chance they did not ask for. A little consideration is in order.

I understand, it is perfectly normal to err as humans. But to hurt AZ, BJ and RO was an error that could have been avoided.

I still bleed for your remark. I do not even wish to forgive you. You, as a mother, should have understood better. How couldn’t you?

My siblings are innocent. Spare them this pain. I am not giving you another chance to do the same thing again. Am going…

away.