Sometimes I wish I had an older brother. Someone older than me who would care enough to ask me how I'm doing every day, someone who would look after me, who would tell me out if I did something wrong, someone who wouldn't be embarrassed by me, someone who can love me, someone who can protect me.
I wish I had a brother who would protect me... maybe from my own father, he would protect me from hsi fury and anger, and he would be there next to me in times like this where I would be sobbing against my pillow, still sore from the slaps I got for being a bad girl.
Was I really a bad girl? What did I do? I never even replied to him when he said that I was a bitch. And when he told me to go to my room, that's what I did. Why did he follow me here to slap me? Maybe, if I had a brother, he would've stood up to him and he wouldn't have let him hurt me this bad.
How am I going to hide my bruises tomorrow? How am I going to be able to sit down if my thigh has a large blue bruise covering it? Maybe, just maybe, if I had a brother, I would have hung out with him and I would've stayed home. But maybe, my brother would have followed my father's steps and he would've been exactly like him.
And this is the only reason I thank God because He only gave me younger sisters. Maybe He wants me to look after them the way I want a brother to look after me.
Elxx
