"Jealousy" - a common and often felt expression towards family and friends. Here is an essay around this topic I wrote.
Insanely
jealous.
I
had always been insanely jealous of my baby brother, Rayson. From the day
Rayson was born, an immense and unexplainable jealousy built up in my heart.
The time that my parents used to spend with me was now wasted on a baby who
always made incessant ear-piercing cries and toothless grins. Most of my
parents’ attention and affection had been inevitably diverted from me to
Rayson. I hated the very sight of him. My insane jealousy became a thing of the
past on one fateful Saturday …
I
eyed Rayson with envious cynicism as I watched the last episode of Glee, the
teenage drama. As usual, my face darkened when I saw my brother strutting
around with a gait like a peacock. “Why is he entitled to so many privileges?”
I asked myself indignantly. Unable to free myself from the iron grip of the
green-eyed monster, I started to plot against Rayson. Thoughts raced through my
mind, some of them were so horrible I dismissed them instantly. Like Einstein,
a light bulb went off in my mind one fine day. Smiling haughtily, I began to
execute my well-thought-of plan.
Switching off the television, I went to get a
banana from the kitchen. On finishing the last bite of the banana, I held it in
one hand. My plan was to take Rayson’s favourite toy from his room. I would
then use the toy to lure Rayson towards the banana peel. The plan was to make
him trip and fall over it. Was the plan too good or what?
Finally.
My
plan was moving in the right direction. Now Rayson was bawling loudly as he ran
after me. Once I saw the banana peel, I hopped over it. Without any hesitation,
my little brother followed closely behind me. Moments later and he had slipped
on the banana peel, and landed on the marble floor with a thunderous thud. The
thud was so loud that it startled me. Turning around, I saw Rayson on the floor
unconscious. I could not believe my eyes. A pang of guilt ran through my veins
and I would feel a shuddering fear engulfing me.
“Jia
Hui, what is going – Oh my god! What on earth have you done to Rayson?” Mother
yelled out to Father and together they lifted Rayson off from the floor. At
this juncture, Mother was sobbing uncontrollably, pleading for Rayson to get
up. My father placed him onto the leather couch in the living room and called
for an ambulance. Mother looked helplessly while I stared hard at my brother’s
listless body.
Not a good ending ... ? We have to learn to guard against the green-eyed monster.
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