Lies

A young me was obsessed with the title of being the youngest child. I used to live with my mom which means I understood I was the youngest one since it was only my older sister and me. My dad was thousands of miles away in a different country trying to get a better future for us. I spoke to my dad on the phone all the time and I really looked up to him. He was my hero. I would brag about him to my friends about being the best father in the world. My friends did live with both of their parents but somehow always got jealous. One day, I started to make my mom promise me that she won’t have any children after me. Simply because I wanted to be the youngest one. Then, I started doing the same thing to my dad. He promised me many times, even swore on God that he won’t have any more kids. Even said that I was already his youngest one! Turns out I already had a 4-year-old brother. Whom I love with all my life. When I did find out I wasn’t crushed, I was happy that it was a boy. But 7-year-old me didn’t realize my dad had lied to me! Once common sense started to enter my body, I wasn’t upset at the fact that my father lied to me about being the youngest one or having a little brother, but rather because he denied him.