Personal Narrative Essay: My Brother's Life

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Whined my brother as he studied the distasteful bowl of cooked spinach, waiting in front of him. My parents exchanged looks of anxiety, worried about their third child’s well-being. On the other hand, my sister was gulping down her food rapidly, so she could sneak upstairs and text her friends on Instagram. There I was, positioned on a cozy couch like a lump on a log as I glared at my four- months-old brother, Hashim, who was dressed in a royal blue romper with a teeny lion printed in the middle. In terms of his features, his hair was the lightest shade of brown and his nose was as flat as a pancake. I gawked at him as his jovial, deep brown eyes cherished the beauty of the white world outside the misty window and his lips curled into a stunning smile when he stuck his tongue out, trying to grasp the snowflake located on the clouded pane of the window. …show more content…
With great speed, I started climbing the stairs. As I was almost on the split, my foot slipped backward and I lurked forward. All of a sudden, my whole world faded to black, however the troublesome cry from deep down Hashim’s throat snapped me back to reality. Meanwhile, he had slipped out of my hands on the platform and his back had hit the edge of the stairs. Fast as light, I picked myself up with a sense of panic rather than pain. With trembling hands, I tried to pick him up and ran to my room, but he rolled out of my hands once again with his face buried in the floor. It was that moment that I realized I had caused him pain since I detested doing a task for him that he was unable to do himself. Every part of me was taken over by guilt as I gently picked him up and started climbing the rest of the stairs, slowly and calmly. That was one moment where I knew I should be panicking instead of being calm, but I was aware of the fact that if I panicked anymore. I might end up being responsible for the worst that could