It Would Be Nice If I Were the Younger Brother

[Short Story] [Depressing] [First Person]

"You're a terrible child. I should never have given birth to you."

Mom always says that to me.

Every day is so cold, so hungry, so painful, so lonely.

Why doesn't Mom love me? Is it just because I'm the older brother?

I gently touched the bruise Mom had just left on my arm with her fingernails.

It hurts...

I can't think of an answer.

P.S. The author tried to write from the perspective of a young child with an immature mind. Please don't read this using the mindset of a mature adult.