My Little Brother Essay

The day my little brother was the best most of my life. At first, little did I know my instinct was catching up with what was happening, when I suddenly became envious towards my cousins playing with their younger siblings a few nights before, which apparently had a meaning. One of those nights, I cried myself to sleep in a corner, imagining how exciting it was to run around the living room after a little version of me who’d be laughing hysterically while trying to catch his or her breath. Instead, I was that littler version of an older sibling, running after me across the hallway while I’d half yell ‘mommy’ and choke from laughing too loud. I wanted to be older than my big brother, so I could chase after him when playing the ‘tag you’re

Huge smiles plastered across many faces I had laid eyes on, as some embraced me with kisses. Most of them were dancing while others sang at the top of their voices as I walked past in confusion. A small group of drummers sat by the balcony, heavily hitting the drums as people gathered around them, moving to the beats of their drums. My grandmother sat in the corner, tears soaking her cheeks as she rhythmically clapped to one of the men’s drumming who stood in front of her, singing her name and of my mother’s. She occasionally laughed while she was crying, as people started dancing around her, encircling her space and cheering with more singing. I had never seen her like that since the night my mother surprised her with a ticket to Dubai. She sobbed uncontrollably that whole night, because she had always dreamed of visiting the place of rich incenses. My mother had told me her tears were from being filled with joy, and on that day as well, she cried from pure

Every person, including her, wore the most bright and colorful attires with large gold jewelry that were worn on their necks and wrists. On each corner were the largest speakers and a group of men who held guitars and large drums. Long tables were set with many bowls and plates of food, surrounded by huge piles of soft drinks and beverages. Kids ran around the house, exploring almost every room in the whole house and were found either playing or sleeping. The men sat and conversed loudly as they waited for food, while the women were in the kitchen, distributing food to the older kids to serve the men, kids and new comers while having their unending conversations. It was just the same in our house that day from school; a celebration, every single person who came were overdressed in their African