I am the only one willing to help. I am the only one who understands my little brother. Two helping hands with big responsibilities unlike my mother’s. Two that shouldn’t be used for someone elses responsibilities. Two helping hands in the poor neighborhood we live in. From looking out the window, wondering where mom goes every night… does she love us?
Where she goes is secret. She drags her body through the door after midnight. She has her good days and she has her bad days. Many things I wonder.
Let me forget the reason for her being, she tiptoes her way in after midnight, with a shoe in one hand and a shoe in the other. Hush, hush, hush I say to my brother while he cries for mom. I calm him.
When I am brave and responsible for my brother, when I try to keep him safe, then it is I look out the window and up to the sky. This was God’s plan. Two that protect a boy. Two that help and do not forget to comfort. Two that’s only reason is to help and help.