A tribute to my big brother

Image by Huda Nur from Pixabay

Into this big, wide, scary world, I came along with two siblings. My initial days consisted of waiting eagerly for my mum’s milk and lying cosily next to her.

Slowly I became accustomed to my surroundings and used to wait eagerly for the kill our mum used to lovingly feed us. We siblings used to fight for it, claim a higher share, but never forgot to look out for each other.

One fine morning, as we were eagerly waiting to be fed, our mum was nowhere to be seen. We waited patiently, but few hours, turned into days.It was only when our big brother (born six months earlier) told us that our mum had died that realisation dawned that we were orphaned.

Many a times, we used to mistake our big brother for our mum for he shared similar coat colour as her. But never did he disappoint us. He used to bring us food, allowed us to play with him and sometimes we used to try suck milk off him and he willingly bore.

We shall ever be grateful to our big brother, our life to him we owe. Our saviour, our hero.

Value of something,

Ask someone who has nothing,

Shower of gratitude.

Backstory :- This is a real story that happened with our kittens at our place. My mother and their big brother were their foster mother. We had a similar kitten as in picture above.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Colleen.M. Chesebro for running Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 182 #PhotoPrompt challenge. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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