my toy

It My Toy I lied. I told her I had absolutely no idea where it was. However, I know exactly where my Aunt’s long plastic whip was at. Throughout my childhood my nightmares wouldn’t be about clowns or dreaming about not having a happy ending; it would be about my Aunt’s whip. Every time I did something wrong, I knew it was coming. It would hurt and burn, but somehow no one cared because they knew I deserved it. I live with my Aunt and her family, she adopted me after my parent divorced. Being the youngest child of my family seem very happy but really sucks. All the hopes and ambition does toward my bigger brother, Eli. Everyone was always proud of my brother no matter what. As for my other older sister, she is only five years older than me and she was the only girl member of the family (beside my Aunt). Of course everyone will spoil her and give her all the attention and love she needs. However, I was the child who was just always there. Whether it’s succeeding in school with high grade, doing all the house chores, or in fact doing the most work, I was just the person in everyone’s eyes who always there. But, whenever my siblings did something wrong it would be my fault. Nobody is going to question what happened it’s just always my fault. At least this is how it was in my family. When I was six, my god father gave me a dark redwood piano (before he pass away); the color was so red it was almost a maroon. My favorite collor. Nobody ever touched it except me. I couldn’t play the piano yet but I was constantly by it. I would either do my homework on it or just goofed around and play random notes causing loud obnoxious music making my Uncle in rage yelling at me to stop. It was my favorite childhood toy, It was my life. I never left it alone. One day, I had had enough. The endless pain of the stinging wounds that needed to stop. If not, my anger would simply rise and increase causing hatred toward my Auntie. So I hid it, I hid the