My Flower

This is actually a preface of a book I am working on, which I may publish later, but I really wanted to post it like a story first

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s it weird that I remember every single detail of a day that was as normal as any other?

That girl just won’t leave me alone. It is my mother’s birthday party so of course that girl and her parents are here… in fact, the whole family is. My mother always tells me I am the most troublesome kid amongst all of the ones in the party.

“Don’t do that Bryan!!!” the little girl shouts to my ear. I startle and my fingers back away from the still untouched cake. She is my worst nightmare. Even though we’re the same age, she doesn’t let me do anything. “You have to be a good boy for your mother’s sake, Bryan… You can’t do this, do that…Be quiet, and respectful blah, blah, blah.” It is all I hear her say all the time. Sometimes I hear her… sometimes I don’t. She shouts when I don’t. When I try to hit my other cousin she takes my arm and pushes me away. “Leave him alone! Richie is smaller than you!”

We fight. I end up pulling her long brunette hairs. She is a little bit taller than me, skinny and always has this giant red ribbon tied on top of her head. Seriously, her hair is long… so long… I think it almost reaches the floor. We aren’t always like this though. When I am a good boy, I do it because it puts her in a good mood. She is a weird girl… the only one who is interested in my little car collection and video games. I bite her when she wins by cheating. She says she never cheats. Adults don’t understand us. Sometimes they don’t even know what we are talking about.

The party continues. I try to convince her for us to go play in my room. She says no, because today is my mom’s special day. I am kind of afraid of her. When she says no, it’s NO, and that’s the end. In fact, even if my mother says no, I don’t obey her. But she is a different story. She takes too much care of her brother and sister. That bothers me so much because she doesn’t have time to be with me, but it’s a good thing too because she won’t be reprehending me either. As the bothersome party goes on, she tries to make me talk to other kids. I usually don’t talk to anyone. “Maybe they will bully me like they do with my best friend.” I usually think, but they are afraid of her too, so, I know they won’t do anything to me.

Dibahnni says she hates her because I am always with her. I don’t get it. When I am with her Dibahnni always pulls my arm for me to get away from her.

It’s not that I want to be with a bossy and noisy annoying girl, but, who else will defend me from my mother, father, and everyone who always blames me for things that I didn’t do… or maybe did? My parents are not like hers… hers are good and always kind to me. But well, mines are okay too, I guess.

In that party I confess that I am a coward. I am always afraid to commit a mistake. My father and especially my mother always yell at me and scold me when I do, like if I spill my drink on my father’s computer, or on a cellphone… or the TV, or if I accidentally sit on my mother’s glasses that she left on the couch or if I drop my ice cream cone. They always shout. “Well at least I had an ice cream cone to begin with.” is what I always think to feel a little better.

I wish that party was over… except for the part where she leaves. Is it weird that I want her to go but at the same time I don’t? She shouts to me like my parents… but… it is different… I can tell. Because, she never complains about what I do nor does she tell me that I am stupid, bad, or naughty. All she does is saying what I should do “for my own sake” according to her demands. 

I am just sitting on the couch while she is playing with her brothers. Dibahnni is pulling my arm so that I play with her. I don’t want to. I don’t want to do anything. I feel totally left out in this stupid house, in this dumb party, around this people. Everyone can tell my mother is stressed even though it’s her birthday. The couch is beside a little table in which on top, is a ceramic cup which I don’t see when I abruptly move my arm so Dibahnni would let go of me.

The cup breaks and the little sharp fragments of ceramic slide throughout the room’s floor. I open my mouth and Dibahnni turns her head and sits far away from me. “Wasn’t me…” she murmurs.

“BRYAN! What did you do this time?!!!” my mom shouts as I stand up frightened. “That was an expensive cup, boy!!!” my father yells now. “Oh God can’t you be careful for once and stay put?!” another woman says. Everyone starts murmuring things about me and have concerned and angry faces. I think I am going to cry. My legs tremble.

“STOP!” she says. “It’s not Bryan’s fault! We kids are always on the couch! The person who placed that cup in there shouldn’t have done it!” she shouts. Everyone shuts their mouths. “Shouldn’t you be more worried if he is hurt?” she says standing up. She would make a better adult than any of them. She gets near me and takes the hand I hit the cup with. I have a little cut… but it does not hurt. “Ah, you’re okay. Come, help me pick up the…” she says when I grip and squeeze her hand. “Eh?” she says. I have some tears and mucus but I clean them with the other hand as I run dragging her at full speed through the room. “Bryan?!” she asks. I continue running and I take her to the stairs, far away from those people. We go to my room. I start crying. “Bryan we have to go back and clean the…” she says when I cover my eyes and shout. “I won’t go back!!!”

I start sobbing and sniffing sitting on the floor. I wouldn’t ever cry in front of anyone again. Anyone but her today and that’s it. All of them always tell me not to cry, but she does not say anything to me.  They say that is for girls, which is stupid, because I have seen even my father cry. She thinks that is stupid too.

She just sits with her back resting on the wall and hugs me until I stop crying. I hug her too, leaning on her. My head is resting in her chest and I get her blouse wet, but I know she doesn’t care.

She is my worst nightmare… but that nightmare isn’t so bad. How come she is the person I fight with the most, but I still prefer to be with her than the others in this house? Why is it that even if she orders me around, shouts, stretches my ear and doesn’t let me do as I please, I still don’t want her to go away? 

Author's Note

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