At the End of My Rainbow

At the End of My Rainbow...

He was 7lbs 1 ounce with the smallest mouth and the unopened eyes, which seems like it will never be opened. It was the summer of 1994 when my baby brother was born. Everyone crowded around him during that time and all I was able to hear was the "oohs" and the "aahs" of my family. I have to admit though, he was adorable being that he was the first baby who can sleep through the screaming and the crying of twenty other babies. I knew right then and there that he would be the light of our life. Wesley would bring my parents closer to each other and also bring the laughter that my ears had missed for so long. It had not been heard ever since I was born and I was beginning to fear that life was always going to be this "quiet". But, Wesley proved me wrong. My parents and siblings worked together to create a wonderful and magnificent baby room full of Mickey Mouse and Elmo decorations. I was able to see the sparkle in my brother's eyes when he came home to a cozy house. The ironic thing was that I was able to notice the rare glow in my parent's eyes during his presence. Then, I felt alone and neglected. I felt that being the youngest for 14 years before his birth, I should have been able to bring that sparkle as well. But, in reality, Asian parents were more proud of having a son rather than a daughter. I never brought my family together; rather, I was the one to bring pain and sorrow to my mother, who sacrificed her one and only happiness for me. I began to undergo sadness and jealousy, for only my brother was capable of fulfilling my parent's dreams. I also felt that God should have made me a boy and not the person I am now. All these emotions were rushing through me during those times and how I wish my parents were there to talk to me and to give me more confidence! However, my parents never did keep up a good communication with us. Instead, they try to only tell of what is right and wrong in their eyes without first considering their daughter's feelings. Later, at the age of 17, when my thinking matured, I realized that I had to be strong and happy for my brother and family. I may not have saved my family from being torn apart but I know my brother will need my unconditional love and support in the future. I began to grow fond of him and in the process, became proud that he is my brother. Not only is he adorable and the major attraction in the mall, he is also the light in my family's darkest hours. At the end of every rainbow is something special, I believe Wesley is at the end of my rainbow.