My Brother Whom I Would Sacrifce my life for

I really love my brother so much. So much that I'm tearing as I write this unintended post. But I do hope he reads this by chance.

My dad called me up with the sound of disappointment. He got to know that my younger brother dyed his hair. To him, dyeing of hair is not a family norm and my father cannot accept radical change. Perhaps, he sees it as a sign of rebellion. Had a talk with him to rationalize and reason the whole situation out but he felt that he is a victim and he is not being allowed to be an individual in the house. I realized that to force a person to change is not the way to go but reminders would be a better option.

The reaction was somewhat predictable. More of anger and built up frustration. I thrashed out certain things that made me really annoyed; the sarcasm that he sometimes throw at me can only be tolerated to a certain limit. I wonder whether this is the state of rebellion that I had gone through before and he is actually going through this phase now.

He just went out to get the black dye to redye his hair, still feeling uptight about what I've said. Caught in between obligation as a brother and trying to be a friend, I found myself trapped in the next necessary steps that I should take. Nothing hurts me more than to be misunderstood by the people that I care and love.

Hopefully, he would come to realize that I'm here to support him as a friend who understands what he is going through and the feelings of being misunderstood. I love my brother so much that tearing is just a way of showing it, but in the silence and behind curtains of my family's view.

I know I'm the black sheep of the family. Used to perhaps. My father once thought that I would be the one with the most probability of getting myself into such vices. He was wrong and he is facing the unexpected.

ja
i tried. i hope i've done the right thing.