Little Brother

Like I said, I dont remember much.

Before I went to my fathers, mum and I had moved in with my second dad (which really, in my memories, makes him my first dad... This is where it begins to get confusing...). I'm thinking mum knew she was pregnant by the time I got back. My little brother, Tobias, was born ON my birthday, that was a great year for me.

Before that, I remember wanting a sibling. My friends at school all had brothers or sisters. I had three older male cousins and was the youngest child in my family. I wanted someone... And then Tobias came.

He stole my birthday, he cried a lot, and he took a lot of mums time. Yet at first I seem to remember I was more worried about him than mum. Maybe because he was her second child and she knew what to listen for or maybe because I didnt.

This is where my past starts to get dark. This time in my life was not a happy one, and yet I dont remember being sad either. This was around about the time I was abused, the house we lived in was not a savoury one, one I referred to as the Drop-In House, which I will explain later.

I looked after Tobias a lot. I looked after a lot of kids a lot, but Tobias and I were truly siblings. We still are, thank goodness. He is what I had prayed for, funnily enough. As much as I thought he was annoying in those first few years, he was exactly what I wanted. A brother.