My Parents Adopted A Boy With Down Syndrome And Started Ignoring Me
Hi there! My name is Zoey and I am fourteen years old. Recently I've realized that jealousy is the most horrible feeling in the world. It blinds you and encourages you to do completely outrageous things. Today I want to tell you my honest story about how blind I once was.
Both of my parents are successful obstetricians and they both really love what they do. Even though my mom and dad absolutely adore children, it just so happened that I was an only child. And to tell you the truth, I was perfectly happy with it. I had all the love and care and attention, but it turned out that my serenity wasn't meant to last forever.
One day my mother and father mysteriously called me into the kitchen and said that they had an amazing surprise for me. Of course, I got really excited. Little did I know that this surprise would change our lives forever. My parents told me that they were going to adopt a kid! A "special" kid... It was like I had gotten stabbed in the back. Why? Am I not enough? I could not understand what was happening!
It turned out that there was an abandoned newborn baby in the maternity clinic where my mom and dad worked. His mother left him because he was born with Down syndrome. And of course my valiant parents could not just turn the other cheek. They promised me that nothing was going to change, that they would love me as much as they did before, and even more. We were all going to make a great loving family and stuff like that. It calmed me down for a while, but I was only eight years old at the time, so I didn't quite know what Down syndrome meant and why those kids were called "special."
There was a big party on the day when my parents brought Ethan home. All our relatives and close friends came to see the newest member of our family. Everybody looked at his face and just melted. I remember when I first saw his face. It was cute, but strange and very different from any other face I'd ever seen. He was like an alien to me. First, that little thing didn't seem to be a problem, but time went on.
By the time Ethan turned four, I had entirely realized what my parents meant by "special." He looked more and more strange. He still couldn't walk or talk properly, or do the simplest things that any kid his age was already able to easily do. So he had to be watched every single minute. Otherwise he would fall or hurt himself or drop something. Beside his mental state, Ethan also had a lot of problems with his health, so my parents had to take him to the clinic pretty often. They treated him like an angel and got really happy when he succeeded in putting on his shoes by himself or getting the spoon of oatmeal right into his mouth without dropping it on his shirt. And of course me getting numerous first place awards in every possible contest was nothing compared to Ethan's achievements. Not only did my parents have no time for me anymore, but they made me babysit him and watch his every move. It was so tiring, but I never complained. My mom and dad always believed that this was the most important challenge for our family. I can't imagine how disappointed they would've been if they knew I had another point of view.
So, I kept all my feelings to myself, but of course, one day everything came out. I turned fifteen years old and I felt like I could not stand it anymore. My seven-year-old brother was a nuisance every day of my life. As he had become a big boy, it got hard to keep track of him. I would find him in our neighbors' backyards eating corn or sitting on the cold ground and staring at the apple tree for hours. And there was no power in the world that could make him move. Wherever we went out, everyone around would stare at us and point fingers.
Once, we all went to a friends' party and there was a very handsome guy there. I think I liked him at first sight. And then our eyes met and he marched straight toward me. He asked me what my name was. He had the most charming smile in the world. My heart was beating so fast! I was about to answer, when suddenly I found myself lying on the floor in a very awkward position. And my brother Ethan was sitting on top of me and crying out some complete nonsense. When I got up, I saw that the guy I was talking to was now standing to the side and laughing his head off with some other girls. You can't imagine how furious I was. I hated Ethan's guts. It seemed like it could not have gotten any worse, but it turned out, that it could.文本并非一一对应，且不完整，仅供参考阅读
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