My nephew was always the one that was the genuine article of brilliance. He worked to build his intelligence. He was naturally smart, but he also had a leg up that I didn't at the time. I had many opportunities after this situation that came and passed me by, but I didn't have the tools to utilize them because no matter where I went I was stuck in Rhode Island and the things that transpired.
My nephew was the only boy in the house. His younger sister weren't around us as much as we were. Having the attention of his father and mother taken away from him because I was in the household began to take a toll on him.
Then came the day. We argued over a box of Honey Nut Cheerios. He basically told me that I didn't belong there and he was right. The only person I was thinking of was myself. I didn't consider him. A real friend would have. He told me I was a crook and etc. I trusted him and he had hurt my feelings. He had betrayed me like all the rest. I was walking away from him down the hallway toward our room. I remember just wanting to be alone. A feeling of isolation that I would have to become accustom to in my later years.
Because meningitis had taken his hearing his voice was hoarse, but he was saying my name. I knew him. He was sorry for what he had said, but now my peace was destroyed. He kept tapping me on the shoulder. I was almost to the room and he did it that last time and without turning around I swung my hand backward while still moving forward.
I heard him hollering and crying while he sat on the floor in the hallway. I hurried over to him. I gently begged him to move his hands. His nose was broken. I called his father. He was the only one that I spent a lot of time with. I rarely dealt with my sister, so his number was the only one I had.