A letter to my half brother.

Dear Kid Brother,

         I am writing you this letter for future reference. As on this day 13th, of April 2016, I  have not set my eyes on you, I don't  know your mother, what you look like, nor do I know your name.

I am sorry I didn't really care much as a result of the circumstances to which you were born. It hurts me. I don't know how Long this will last but so far, and till now, I am still hurting and for that reason, I may never be able to show you the kind of love that you deserve. This doesn't mean that I hate you, it doesn't mean that I won't lend a hand when you ask or open when you knock, It simply means that, there's a long distance between us and I may never love you.

 I 'had love to tell you a story:

I am Alero Fregene, your eldest sister. I have two younger sisters, we are just three of us & no more.

Growing up for us was very interesting especially because of the fact that our late mother goes any length and does anything to make us happy and comfortable. We were not born with a silver spoon but we lived better than those who did. We had everything we ever wanted, all we needed to do was ask and she gave. Ask our father when you grow up and he will tell you more of the same story. She was our pillar & back bone. She would give her life for us her 3 Daughters. She was the greatest and best of all mothers since the history & evolution of life. Her version of life was the best. We were her treasure and she was all we had and our emerald. She was the definition of a true mother and we will always love and remember her even till the day after tomorrow. She wasn't just  a good mother to us, she was a good woman. 

We were happy but in the heart of our father, there was a pain he just couldn't help. A pain of something he wanted badly and that's a male child. 

Oftentimes he made us feel as though we were not enough because we didn't have a brother..  My mother on the other hand was always comfortable without a son. Having a son was inconsequential to her. She was more concerned in giving us the best.

We were just more than enough. We were her assets and she had faith in us.  

One day our entire life shattered in just a second. 15th day of August 2012. She died. My own very precious mother died. 

I watched her breath her last. That is what pain is. No greater pain. I don't even wish such grief on my worst enemy. Although it's not the first time anyone is losing a mother but it was the first time I lost mine, it was the first time I lost someone irreplaceable. It was the first time I felt such unexplainable and unimaginable pain. It was the first time I felt broken in an unamendable way. And it's the first time anyone ever took a piece of me when they left. I guess at this point you wished the story ended and you are wondering how you became a victim of this circumstance. Here is just the beginning.

  You were born sometime in the month of november 2013, that was barely a year and 3 months after my mothers demise. What this means is that my father had been cheating on my dearest mother with your mother long before my mother died. It means that your mother was the reason for those late nights, those nights my father spent out leaving my mother all alone. It means that your mother was a lot of the reasons why my own mother was often sad and lonely. It means that your mother was the reason why my father stopped seeing anything positive in his daughters. Although my mother didn't want to break because she loved us and didn't want us to see her broken, I was old enough to see the pain and tears she was trying to hide. We were the only consolation she had.  Your mother couldn't even wait for us to mourn our mother,  instead she wanted to prove to the world  that my mother, my own precious mother, was incapable while she is capable of having a male child. 

Is she GOD?

 I see you as an insult to the memory of my mother.  Nobody dares insult my mother because she is of inestimable value. 

I was already in my mid 20's when you were born. This means that I am already comfortable with the idea of not having a biological brother as I have relatives who already fit that profile. 

I heard that our father carries you everywhere, I don't know if he did that with any of us, as I never asked my mother. 

I heard that our father would go any length for you to be happy but only went a few lengths for us while my mother did it all. 

I heard you are a cute innocent child, but I am not sure you are a spitting image of my father.

    Child, I don't know what the future holds but I know who holds it and I know he will hold and love you too. 

I hope that when you grow old enough to read and understand, you will find this letter here in my diary. It will hurt you so much because you will realise that the kind woman whom you thought was your sister, gave you everything but didnt love you.

 I still keep hoping that as time goes by, and as you grow older, I find a place in my heart to love you but if I don't, child, I hope you understand my reasons. 

 I may not love you but I am kind and you probably don't know the difference. 

They say blood is thicker than water. 

I say love is thicker than blood.