A Kiss And I Will Surrender
001
"Mr. Way, can you tell me anymore about the funeral?" Doctor Johnson asks quietly, almost like he's talking to a little kid.
"......I c-can't." I stutter.
"Well, who is this Mikey I always hear about?"
"My younger brother."
"Are you two close?"
"Close? As close as I can remember..."
*
I'm 3 years old, sitting on Grandma's old couch that smells like stale perfume. She has given me a bowl of chocolate ice cream, my favorite. The tv is playing reruns of batman cartoons and I'm laughing like crazy.
"Gerard, you should probably get some rest." Grandma says gently passing me a blanket.
"Where momma?" I ask.
"She's getting your brother."
"Brodda?"
"Yes, brother Michael."
"Whus a brodda?"
"A brother is like a best friend."
I close my eyes and dream of batman and other things untill I hear the door bell ring. I watch as Gradma hurries to open the front door. Daddy enters first, holding a colorful bag, probably filled with some of my toys. Then Momma follows, holding a bunch of blankets. I jump off the couch and run over, hidding behind Grandma's back. I watch as everyone coos over the bundle of blankets Momma is holding in her arms.
"Come look Gee, it's your new brother Mikey." Grandma says quietly.
I stare at everyone, noticing that Momma and Daddy haven't even looked at me yet. They are too busy smiling at you. I shake my head and back away slowly, retreating toward the couch. Tears are running down my face and I'm crying. Momma hands you over to Grandma and makes her way over to me slowly.
"What's wrong sweetie?" she asks.
"I don't want brodda Mikey." I reply firmly.
"Why not?" she laughs.
"You love him more!"
"I love him just the same. I love both of you equally, Gerard."
"......."
"Why don't you just come look at him?"
I stay silent, thinking. Finally I nod my head and take Momma's hand as she leads me to Grandma. Grandma leans down and I look at you. Your big eyes staring into mine. I reach out to poke you, but instead you grab my finger and wrap your tiny hand around it. I gasp and you smile a toothless grin, and that's when I knew. We would be friends forever.
"......I c-can't." I stutter.
"Well, who is this Mikey I always hear about?"
"My younger brother."
"Are you two close?"
"Close? As close as I can remember..."
*
I'm 3 years old, sitting on Grandma's old couch that smells like stale perfume. She has given me a bowl of chocolate ice cream, my favorite. The tv is playing reruns of batman cartoons and I'm laughing like crazy.
"Gerard, you should probably get some rest." Grandma says gently passing me a blanket.
"Where momma?" I ask.
"She's getting your brother."
"Brodda?"
"Yes, brother Michael."
"Whus a brodda?"
"A brother is like a best friend."
I close my eyes and dream of batman and other things untill I hear the door bell ring. I watch as Gradma hurries to open the front door. Daddy enters first, holding a colorful bag, probably filled with some of my toys. Then Momma follows, holding a bunch of blankets. I jump off the couch and run over, hidding behind Grandma's back. I watch as everyone coos over the bundle of blankets Momma is holding in her arms.
"Come look Gee, it's your new brother Mikey." Grandma says quietly.
I stare at everyone, noticing that Momma and Daddy haven't even looked at me yet. They are too busy smiling at you. I shake my head and back away slowly, retreating toward the couch. Tears are running down my face and I'm crying. Momma hands you over to Grandma and makes her way over to me slowly.
"What's wrong sweetie?" she asks.
"I don't want brodda Mikey." I reply firmly.
"Why not?" she laughs.
"You love him more!"
"I love him just the same. I love both of you equally, Gerard."
"......."
"Why don't you just come look at him?"
I stay silent, thinking. Finally I nod my head and take Momma's hand as she leads me to Grandma. Grandma leans down and I look at you. Your big eyes staring into mine. I reach out to poke you, but instead you grab my finger and wrap your tiny hand around it. I gasp and you smile a toothless grin, and that's when I knew. We would be friends forever.
7/16/13