Tsuki no ie - 00
"Momma! Momma, look at what I made!" Holding a piece of paper proudly in her hands, a child no older then five ran quickly through the hallway. Blue paint was smeared all over her cheeks and forearms, with a few splatters on her clothes as well. But that didn't slow her down one bit; she had just created a lovely piece of art and wanted to share it with the most important person in the world to her.
"Not now, Ayako. Are you trying to interrupt your brother's studying?" Without even glancing at the paper in her daughter's hands, the woman turned her child around gentle and pushed her out of the room.
"But . . . I just wanted to show you--"
"Go play in the other room like a good little girl should, Ayako. Right now momma has to go check on Akira." With that, the woman shut the sliding doors.
"Akira, how are you doing?"
"Look momma! I did this all by myself!"
"What a good boy! I'm so proud of you Akira!"
". . .Momma?" Staring at the closed doors before her, tears began to well up at the corners of her eyes.
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Mother always loved you more, Akira. Anyone could tell right away. You were blessed with unparalleled genius and beauty. You were naturally good at sports and was always the center of attention. Everyone loved you Akira and you knew it.
I on the other hand, was the child mother didn't want; the child who had no talent and no beauty. No one could remember my name so they often referred to me as Akira's Sister.
It was sickening and the more I was compared to you, the more praise you received for the things you did, the more I began to despise and hate every fiber of your being. You had everything I could ever ask for right at you fingertips.
You were the center of everyone's world and . . . when I think back on it now . . . you were the center of mine as well.
Though, I would never openly admit it.
"Momma! Momma, look at what I made!" Holding a piece of paper proudly in her hands, a child no older then five ran quickly through the hallway. Blue paint was smeared all over her cheeks and forearms, with a few splatters on her clothes as well. But that didn't slow her down one bit; she had just created a lovely piece of art and wanted to share it with the most important person in the world to her.
"Not now, Ayako. Are you trying to interrupt your brother's studying?" Without even glancing at the paper in her daughter's hands, the woman turned her child around gentle and pushed her out of the room.
"But . . . I just wanted to show you--"
"Go play in the other room like a good little girl should, Ayako. Right now momma has to go check on Akira." With that, the woman shut the sliding doors.
"Akira, how are you doing?"
"Look momma! I did this all by myself!"
"What a good boy! I'm so proud of you Akira!"
". . .Momma?" Staring at the closed doors before her, tears began to well up at the corners of her eyes.
-----
Mother always loved you more, Akira. Anyone could tell right away. You were blessed with unparalleled genius and beauty. You were naturally good at sports and was always the center of attention. Everyone loved you Akira and you knew it.
I on the other hand, was the child mother didn't want; the child who had no talent and no beauty. No one could remember my name so they often referred to me as Akira's Sister.
It was sickening and the more I was compared to you, the more praise you received for the things you did, the more I began to despise and hate every fiber of your being. You had everything I could ever ask for right at you fingertips.
You were the center of everyone's world and . . . when I think back on it now . . . you were the center of mine as well.
Though, I would never openly admit it.
