One early morning me and my siblings decided to wake up and do all the cleaning in the house, before we could go and play. On the same day my mother decided to visit a neighbor near by. After putting everything in place we decided to go outside and play on the grass. We sat down on the grass and there was this game we use to love playing with each other, tapping on each other’s hands. Till today I don’t understand actually what happened on that faithful day.
As we were playing it was very beautiful sunny day. My younger brother from nowhere he was stroked by lighting, it pulled him from where he was sited, the next thing we saw it was him floating into the air and he fell down into the ground. I had to run an call my mother because he was crying and screaming . It happened as if it was in a movie but believe me it happened.
Mean while my father came back from work and he had to rush my brother to the hospital, when they got there all his bones were broken. The doctors could not believe what they saw and they started asking questions, but we had no answer to all the questions they were asking.
Because we already told them what happened and that was all we knew. My parents got back home that faithful day and my father beat us thinking we are hiding something. But actually we only told them the truth. After few days the hospital called my parents and announced to them that my younger brother will never walk again in his life.
My parents world came crumbling, their lives were shuttered. All our lives never stayed the same again, seeing him lying in the hospital bed his body tied up with steel all around him.Weeks and months past but there was no change. My parents had faith that he would walk again no matter what the doctors said. Their faith was like a never drying river they believed strongly in God and they never lost hope.
When we use to visit him, we always had to see him through the windows. Because no one was allowed inside because of his situation. My father changed a lot he stopped being that loving father we use to know. He was full of anger, he wanted to know why all these things was happening to our family. Who could blame him, he started getting angry at everything we did in the house.
One morning one of my other brother’s just collapsed in the house, he was rushed to the hospital and they did examination on him and the doctor said he had Epilepsy.
My father did not understand what was going on. He asked the doctor to check again cause my brother was fine all these years how could just one fall make him Epileptic. Now problems started, when my brother use to get epileptic attacks sometimes he would sleep for three days without waking up. No water, no food, my mother had to bath him for those three days.
Because he could not move but you could see that he was still alive. But I guess he was on the temporary Coma for those days. He use to be on a state of unconsciousness in which a person cannot be awakened. Life became miserable for all of us in the house. We use to be poor but we were always happy and we could joke around with our parents, but all that came to an end after my two brothers got sick. Did the devil win?
To be continued…….
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