Continuation~

My big brother or big sister is still a perfectly good boy and a good girl except me who is different. Big sister's name is Ishita, currently studying at university. After wearing saree when my sis goes to university then neighborhood's boys keep staring at her with infatuation and exhale long breaths. Big bro's name is Rajib who after coming back from college when after wearing a t-shirt goes out with his cricket bat to play then young ladies stare at him from the corner of their eyes, whisper and chuckle with each other.

Only I am different, nobody even looks at me. Those who know us properly they think that mom has only two kids-sis and bro. I am their long-distance poor relative's unruly boy and they let me live in their house out of pity. Firstly bro and sis used to feel really uncomfortable about this whole matter but nowadays don't. Many days have passed so they have accepted it and consider they are mom's true kids and I am an outsider even though I am their own brother.

The start of this was really hard. After the death of father when we dealt with the first blow and one day took sit to eat then everyone noticed how mom was not able to eat. While fiddling with the food on the plate she suddenly took the saree's fringe and wiped her eyes. Seeing that our eyes became watery, the chair that dad used to sit in to eat was empty, thinking about it made my heart to beat in pain. I was not able to control myself and shed tears. Then mom glared at me and said: "Topu why are you crying?"

While crying I told her that I am reminiscing about dad.

Suddenly mom's eyes lit up and with hoarse voice told me "Don't you dare to act"

Hearing mom's words I was so surprised that I even forgot to cry for a moment, I was staring at mom with a shocked look. Mom was shouting "After killing dad, you are sitting here acting? Son of a beast".

Seeing mother like that made me feel fear like I don't recognize that person. I was the youngest boy, dad, mom, sis, and bro always praised and loved me; nobody even talks with me in a loud voice let alone scolding. But now mom is cursing at me? is saying that I killed my father?

At the dining table sis, bro and I were looking at mom with surprise. Sis said, "What are you saying, mom?"

Mom roared "Are my words wrong? Didn't your father die while going out to buy a cricket bat for this bastard? Didn't this beast pester your dad for a bat and ruin his life? If that night he didn't go to buy a bat, wouldn't that man be alive right now?"