I met a girl today, she's beautiful and kind. We talked and being around her made me feel happy.
She smiled and that made me smile, she cried and that made me cry, she laughed and that made me laugh.
Her happiness is contagious. I can't help but feel happy around her. She didn't see me as my brother's younger sister, she saw me. She was seeing me.
We talked for hours, so many hours but it felt like time was not enough, like we only spoke for a couple minutes. I hope we meet tomorrow, I miss her.
My brother spoke to me during dinner, with his soothing calming voice, without hurrying me to talk.
He asked me about my day, and I slowly answered him. My dad got angry at me, he said it was annoying to hear me mumbling, and that I had to speak louder.
I told him I couldn't help it, that I was nervous about speaking out, but he only got angrier… until my brother started talking.
"Some people prefer to keep to themselves; we have to wait for her to talk since we are the ones that want to hear her words" he said.
The moment he stopped talking my father instantly calmed down "You're right, we have to be patient, we can't expect her to be like you" my dad said calmly.
I wish I could be grateful to my brother; I wish I could feel happy he defended me, but it only hurt. I hated my father, I hated he listen to him, but he didn't listen to me.
And a horrible part of me hated my brother. I hated him for defending me, I hated him for speaking, I hated him for being perfect… I'm horrible… no wonder my parents don't love me like him.