리틀팍스

 My mum had taken me to lots and lots of tests, you know, at the hospital to know if somethings wrong with me. But they say almost nothing's wrong with me when I'm in good condition. They say I'm just a little weak, and have asthma , so I always have to becareful. I'm always lying on my bed, writing in my diary, while my siblings play with their friends. And today too, Jake come home with his wet friends, and take out all his toys from his-and also my-room quickly and go into Elise's room with his friends. He always does that when Elise's not home, because he's embarrassed to show me to his friends. I prick my ears to hear what Jake and his friends are doing in the next room.

 "Hey, Jake, is this yours?" asks a boy, and I imagine him holding Elise's pink-spotted underwear. Jake says something, but I cannot hear it.

 They're playing with the Lego blocks, pretending to be police and theif. And a boy asks where is the toilet. I can't hear how Jake's reacting, but I expect him panicking, because one of the bathrooms of the two's being finished, and the other is connected with our(me and Jake's) room. Finally, Jake leads his friend into our room, where I'm sitting up in my bed.

"Who's he, Jake?" the boy asks, "I thought you had only one sibling. Your older sister." 

 "Oh, him. He's my cousin. He's staying here for a while because aunt and uncle Owen is on a trip. He's a little, er, retarded, so never mind him."

 "But why is there a bed for him if he's just visiting?"

 "It's an extra one which always stands there. So just shut up and use the toilet."

 I can't believe Jake told his friend I'm his retarded cousin; how can he do this to his own brother? Why is he so embarrassed with me? I think about running out my room to mum's and tell her how Jake behaved. But then my dad will scold him and Jake will treat me worse. I surely don't want that.

  Jake doesn't wait for his friend and just go back to Elise's room, sending me a sharp look. I cough, but not because of asthma, because I'm angry. Jake's friend walks out of the toilet, looks around our room, and stares at me. I quickly look away and scramble under my covers.

 Soon, Elise presses the password of our front door in her own rhythm, and Jake quickly makes his friend go out of the house, but it's too late. Elise spots a Lego police man's head lying on the floor in her bedroom, and her brezier hanging on her stand. It's cruel, but I enjoy the sound of Elise screaming to Jake about playing in her room with his friends.

 At dinner, Jake keeps glancing at me nervously. I can tell he's worried I would tell mum and dad about it, but I don't, and I also won't because...... Even though they don't love me, I love my family, even Jake.