I Hate My Little Brother [#CreativeAward2022 Entry]

I hate my little brother.

He's rough. He's noisy.

Whenever I'm playing a game, he immediately makes a fuss, saying he wants to play too.

I had P.E. today, so I'm more tired than usual.

This is supposed to be my time to finally relax.

I only just started playing, too.

My little brother is shouting right next to me, and it feels like my ears are going to burst.

He's still small, so I can't understand what he's saying.

When I ignored him, he pushed me. His face was bright red.

"You can't play the game!!"

Even when I said that, he kept pushing me with all his might.

Ah! My hand slipped!

I fell into a hole and it's game over...

What the heck, seriously!!!

I pushed my little brother back.

My body suddenly felt hot.

My little brother was even redder than before. He looked like a monkey.

My little brother hit me. I hit him back.

The place where I was hit and the hand that hit it both hurt.

My little brother hit me again. I'll hit him back!

Neither of us will back down.

The hitting won't stop. I can't stop it.

I don't even know what's going on anymore.

It hurts, it's hot, and I'm tired.

I've had enough. But I don't want to lose.

When I thought that, tears started to come out.

My little brother is still hitting me.

I let out a scream so loud my throat started to hurt.

My ears are ringing. But I don't care about that.

Tears were streaming down my face.

My little brother was surprised and stopped hitting me.

Mom rushed into the room.

I was already a mess of tears.

My little brother clung to Mom

and said, "Big brother... big brother..."

He always blames me.

But I'm definitely not in the wrong.

For some reason, my tears wouldn't stop and

It dripped, plop, plop, onto the carpet.

I clenched my hands tight and

glared at the fallen tears.

When Mom sat on the sofa, she gently pulled me toward her.

I landed with a thud on Mom's lap.

It had been a long time since I felt this.

But I'm big now, so I can't act spoiled like my little brother.

My little brother tried to sit down, saying, 'Me too!'

When I tried to stand up like I always do, Mom hugged me tight.

My little brother pushed me, saying, 'Move!'

Before I could counterattack, Mom grabbed my little brother's hand.

'That hurts.'

Mom's voice was quiet, but my little brother was startled and started to cry.

Mom kept hugging me tight.

Without saying a word.

I didn't say anything either.

Before I knew it, my tears had stopped.

Things like 'But you're the big brother' or...

I thought they would say, "Because you're the big brother."

Dad is always saying that I should be kind to my little brother.

But when my little brother gets in my way, I just can't be kind.

My little brother is lying on the floor, kicking his arms and legs and crying.

It's always like this. Whenever something happens that he doesn't like.

Whether we're shopping or playing at the park,

if he just lies down and says he doesn't want to,

it's noisy and embarrassing.

I want to go quickly, but I have to wait.

Waiting is boring.

But...

My crying little brother looks a bit pitiful.

I don't like it when my little brother gets in my way, but when I see him crying,

I feel like I'm going to cry a little bit too.

I got down from Mom's lap and

gave my little brother, who was lying on the floor, a big hug from above.

My little brother was still crying, but I just kept hugging him like that.

After a little while, the crying sound got quieter, so

I lifted my little brother's body and put him on my lap.

Just like Mom does.

And then I gave him a big hug again.

Then, Mom hugged us from the front, too.

She gave the two of us a big hug.

My little brother is a sandwich in the middle.

I looked at Mom while keeping my arms wrapped around my little brother's back.

Mom looked at me, too.

"Pfft."

Mom and I both burst out laughing together.

It was just funny how my little brother was being squished.

I'm sure that's why Mom laughed, too.

Once we started laughing, it somehow made us want to laugh even more, and

we couldn't stop.

Heh, hee, haha!

We kept laughing with my little brother in the middle.

My little brother had already stopped crying.

But it seems he doesn't really understand what's happening.

He looked blankly at me.

When I saw that, I lost it again and

I couldn't stop laughing even more.

Hehehehehehe

Kukukukukuku

Hahahahaha

Hehehehe

It seems my little brother started having fun too.

He started laughing along with me.

The three of us laughed for a long time.

It felt like it had been a while since we all laughed together.

"Phew, we laughed a lot. Hey, shall we eat some pudding?"

Mom stood up and headed to the kitchen.

""Pudding? Yay!!!""

My little brother and I also jumped up and chased after Mom.

The end.