The Mighty, little Usurper

by Chandrika R Krishnan

My dad hugged me close,

I nestled into his neck.

He carried me to the cradle,

The pride in his eyes now on my brother.


The doorbell rang,

Bringing in the guests.

All were carrying colourful gifts.

They were all for my brother.


I cried for attention.

“Behave, “said by grandmother.

“Don’t,” “No,” and “Careful,” followed me around,

As I came anywhere near my brother.


I fussed for food, for sleep.

I shouted more, listened less.

“Don’t know what’s her problem,”

sighed my mother as she cradled my brother.


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This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla in collaboration with Growing with Nemit.

This won the first place for BTB April Month’s prompt on a visitor changing the course of the character’s life.


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