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Hi, I'm Ethan.
I know it's hard to believe, but I am only fourteen years old.
I look a lot older than I am - I inherited this trait from my father.
As for my mothers' second son, Justin, he is seven and looks seven.
When he was born, my father left Houston, where we all lived, forever.
Maybe you already guessed - Justin was not his child.
But I was six years old and I was too little to understand what was going on.
It just happened like this: my mother told my father that she would soon have another
baby and that she demanded a divorce, because she wanted to live with another man and raise
THEIR child with him.
And also, my mother decided that I would stay with her.
And insisted that my father stay away from me, because her new husband was going to treat
me as his child and I was small enough to accept these changes easily and be happy.
And any attempts to “share me” would cause unwanted stress for everybody.
You might be surprised, but she was right.
I really easily adapted to the new situation.
As a six year old boy, I missed my father in the beginning, but later on I got used
to the thought that my father was gone “up North” and that now everything would just
be the way it is.
I think Sean deserves a couple of good words, he was really trying hard and with great enthusiasm
to be a good parent for me.
Before Justin was born.
His own son.
My mother, I guess, treated me the same way, to her there was no difference between her
But not to Sean.
He was not rude with me… not at the beginning, at least.
But if there was the slightest chance that he had a choice, it was always in Justin's
All this little guy's successes were praised high above the sky and all his problems were
treated with sincere empathy.
And my life remained somewhere backstage.
Moreover, my brother and I became less and less alike.
Justin was clearly Sean's son, and I started to resemble my father more and more every
Even though I had forgotten what he looked like.
But the more my reflection in the mirror changed, the more Sean's attitude toward me changed.
He started to nitpick.
He made me responsible for every bad thing that happened in the house and lectured me
When I tried to tell my mother about it, Sean acted offended and called me ungrateful.
And my mom did not take my side.
But I was a kid.
And I tried hard to be loved by my mother, and also by Sean.
I tried to be the best!
In my studies, at home, playing sports...
I began to play football, not because I wanted to, but because Sean was into it a while ago.
And I was a big and well-built guy, not like Sean, who had a smaller build.
And I started to succeed.
I often talked about it when we had dinner and they even listened with an interest, but
neither my mother nor Sean hurried to come and to watch a game or see how I trained.
But once, when we were getting ready for a big game, my mother said that they were going
to come see it, her and Sean together!
I was fired up by these words.
I trained like hell.
And my excitement about the game was nothing compared to the fact that I would play in
the presence of my family!
But on the day before the game Sean said that they would not be able to make it.
They had totally forgotten that Justin had a dress rehearsal for his school play, and
they absolutely could not miss it.
Justin would be playing one of the main characters and he had worked on his role for a long time.
I don't know, maybe it was just my imagination, but I noticed something strange in Sean's
eyes when he, SEEMINGLY, apologized to me.
As if he sincerely enjoyed the way my face changed with disappointment, as my eyes nearly
filled with tears from resentment.
You know, that day I played as if it was my last day, and our team won by a landslide.
And to be honest, I contributed a lot to the score.
But the thing is that I had done it for the last time indeed - right after the game I
approached the coach and told him that I was leaving.
I did not want to do something just to earn the love and attention of the person who took
my father's place… but did not want to see me as his son."
"I think, from that day on, I became the total opposite of what I had been before.
Before that, I tried really hard to be praised, but now I couldn't care less about my parents'
wishes and feelings.
Apart from sports, I also abandoned my studies, especially for the subjects that my parents
I stopped spending time at home with Justin – in fact, I started to come home just to
I would openly yawn and call all the family plans “boring.”
And I told my mother to "get lost" when she tried to ask me what was happening with me."
Don't you think that that was a stupid question?
I mean… did she REALLY not see what the problem was?
And you know what?
The more distant I was from them, the better I understood what was happening: they just
stopped paying attention to me.
Both of them.
And concentrated more and more on Justin, his problems, and his second year of elementary
school endeavors.
One evening I was passing by the living room when I heard my name.
Mom said, with a sigh, about how impossible I had become and Sean replied that my father
must have been a nasty and repulsive teenager like I was and that it seemed like it was
all in the genes.
“Just genes,” Mom replied with apparent regret... and added: "Bad genes."
And then they went on talking about how good Justin was in his drawing class.
That night I snuck into the room where my mother keeps all her important documents,
and searched through them, not even caring if I kept them organized.
I got lucky, I found a postcard that my father had sent to my mother about a year after they
He had written that if she changed her mind and decided to let him see his son, she could
find him at the following address.
In Boston.
I guess that I could have found his phone number using the yellow pages or something
like that.
But that night, it just simply did not come to my mind.
So the next morning I ran away from home.
I crossed almost the whole country, and nobody tried to stop me – thanks to my “bad genes,”
which made me look older than fourteen.
But “to look like” does not mean “to be”, and for me it was really hard to travel
all alone.
It was a long road, and I would not advise anyone to try this on their own...
But, you know, I was not afraid of the police or bad people.
I was only afraid that I wouldn't find my father at this address.
And also… that he wouldn't need me.
The same as THEM."
"But you know, this story has a happy ending.
Yes, it turns out that my father had a new family.
But he was happy to see me and we talked all day long!
And also the following night!
He even took a day off from work for me.
Of course, he called my mother.
And I don't know what will happen next, most probably I will come back to her… but
I will keep in touch with my father and visit him on breaks.
And my father promised that he would come to see me for the next big game.
So, I am looking forward to an uneasy talk with my coach… and a hard training afterward!"
Thank you for listening to my story!
Like it and share it with your friends.
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