Years of Dumbness

The jealousy to share nurture was noticed when I left speaking to my mother. Those childish tasks haunted me when I looked at the new baby. One sunny morning, I made a border of toys and placed him on the floor under the bed to save him from falling down. When the search was over, they were scolding my mischievous adventure. I would be loved if I could tell them how much I was afraid of losing my little brother after watching Niki was falling down from bed. But I remained dumb to listen those accuses.