Insecurity!

As soon as I saw that tiny mass of flesh, I learnt how much and how deeply I could love. That pink thing in the cradle was mine, was all I knew.
I wanted to kiss and smother him. I kept peering down the cradle to see his tiny eyes, hands, legs, and nose that were much like mine, yet different.
I was obsessed with this new found toy. Until, he began to cry.
Mom picked him up and held him close. How could MY mom love another baby?!
Shocked! I wailed in protest, displaying my first outburst of insecurity!

The not so l'l bro and I.

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