Hey, my name is Micah Wilkins. I went to a small, progressive high school which costed a lot of money but not as much as the uptown schools. The white kids were rich and the black kids were on scholarships. I’m not a racist, that’s how it was.
My Father’s name is Isaiah Wilkins and my mother is Maude Bourgault Wilkins. My father is black and my mother is white. I have never met my mother’s relatives because she was adapted and hated her family so she decided to run away. Dad grew up with two crazy white ladies. He went to France when he was eighteen, worked his way over as a merchant marine, which he hated. He met mum and brought her back to New York with him. Mum is now a French school teacher and dad is a magazine writer (journalist).
I had a brother, Jordan but he died when he was 10 and I was 12. Jordan and I had a relationship most siblings have with each other. We hated each other literally. I killed Jordan like I promised him I would but I din’t mean to, it was an accident. I blame my alter ego, the wolf in me. I’m sure every one has one but my takes a lot of control over me.
I would like to tell you that I have good memories of Jordan but that would be a lie. He was such a brat. I wondered why my parents loved him so much. Even after his death, they still loved him as much as they did when he was alive. They still celebrated his birthday with a cake shaped like a dinosaur because he loved dinosaurs. One thing they din’t realize was that at the age of six, he had moved on to loving pirates. By the time he was dying it was all about superheroes especially batman. There was always cake whether we could afford it or not. I had to wish my dead brother happy birthday, eat his stupid cake and pretend to like it. OMG the anniversary was worse. We never wear black but instead wore bright colors. This meant that I was stuck wearing one of mum’s summer dresses that day. We ate his favorite food, hot dogs, and then share our memories of beloved Jordon. I don’t miss a single thing about him, so every year I have to come up with something new. They love him more dead than they’ve ever loved me, even if I am the living child. I know you think I am jealous of the relationship he had with my parents, maybe I am. My parents said they loved me, kissed me goodnight, let me live in their home and eat their food, but it was all pretend and that hurt me most. My parents stopped loving me a long time ago. Apart from his birthday and anniversary, it was like Jordan never existed.
SIBLING RIVALRY
http://www.life123.com/parenting/toddlers/siblings/causes-of-sibling-rivalry.shtml http://www.lifescript.com/Life/Family/Parenting/Dealing_With_Sibling_Rivalry.aspx?gclid=COnF5JCj2acCFYvsKgodU1sd-A&trans=1&du=1&ef_id=u9ZNL9GDAAAAwI8:20110318233248:s http://www.calmerparenting.com/siblingsLandingPage.html
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