An Unfair Punishment

An unfair punishment

Mother always does this! She gives first priority to my brother, treating him like her little prince; I’m putting my foot down! It is getting overwhelming keeping up with her special treatment for him. I have to be very conscious while he loiters around like a headless baboon. Is this really the example she is setting for her children? It is entirely bias. Ayesha is the eldest daughter of the family and she is worried about this unfair treatment between her siblings.

I had gone out with my friends yesterday informing my mother that I would return by 6 PM- persistently asking for permission despite the fact that my brother usually leaves without so much as “Can I go?.” In retrospect, perhaps I should have made a runway-comment, as in told her I was going whilst having one foot out the door. In fact, post-it notes do not seem like that bad of an idea.

Eating with my friend, I had let the time get away from me, only noticing it at 6PM! I speedily texted my mother in a last dying attempt to smoothen the butter on the toast, only to leave a sharp ridge down the middle- she replied saying “we’ll talk later”, swallowing what felt like a hamster in my throat I assume my face displayed a horrified expression like a silent movie if my friends reactions had anything to go by

    “Mother’s angry because I’m late” was my expression before rushing out of the café. After tripping on every misfit tile across the pavement, I finally made it home. There sat mother on the couch, awaiting for my doom

“You are late, “she said with air of serenity that made my face purple”

“Only by the twenty minutes!” I was the advocate and the victim.

“You are late.” She repeated

You seem to be rather accepting of when Hassan comes after 12PM, “I breathed through clenched teeth”. For unknown reasons this felt like a deja-vu.

“Grounded,” her final worded. I felt like my knuckles crackle under the pressure of my fingers, digging into my palms. I needed to bring this case to justice so I decided to await my dad’s arrival. He is after all my main spokesman.