When I found out about the birth of my younger brother, I was very excited to see him and to hold him in my hands, as it was the very first time, I had ever gone to see him. I was eagerly waiting for his arrival. As a result, when my father learned about my desire to see my little brother's face, he called me closer to show me by kneeling down on his knees while slightly bent forward to my height while holding my baby brother in his arms. At that point, I asked Dad to place him on my lap by sitting down on the floor and impatiently gesturing for him to be placed on my lap.
It was my morning duty to play with my little brother, and he used to giggle at my conversation and playfulness. When he first started walking and playing with me, he would always sleep on my lap every time, and it became a habit, and my mother would always take him to his cradle bed every night.
On my fourth birthday, when Vikki was 10 months old and glued to me, my mother decided to throw a small birthday party in honour of thanking my father's friend, Mr. Zachary Nazareth, who assisted my father in his business during my mom's pregnancy. Because my mother had complications during her delivery, she was on bed rest for more than 3 months after delivery. At that time, my dad was the one who took care of her and us, and my dad’s friend helped him take care of his business during that period of time.
I was called by my mom to eat alongside Dad's business partner, alias, a family friend and family business partner, Mr. Zachary Nazareth and Mrs. Angela Agnes Nazareth, along with their twins, Aaron Joshua Nazareth and Asha Adley Nazareth. My little toddler brother, who always follows me around like my GPS ⚠️, escorted me down the red-carpeted stairs, his right thumb finger on his mouth and his left hand holding mine.
Only on that occasion did I meet Aaron and Asha for the first time and feel warmth, comfort, security, love, support, and other feelings that couldn't be explained. Aaron was the most beautiful boy I'd ever met, but not that good compared to my boys' elder and younger brothers, and Asha was nothing like her twin Aaron, who just looked like a tomboy with short hair and was taller than Aaron. Aaron looked like my toddler brother, who looked smaller than me.
They were both 7 years old; Aaron has a dark golden-brown iris surrounded by a golden yellowish colour, thick eyebrows and eyelashes, and just grown-up dark black hair on his head; he looks like he is 4 years old, while I look like I am 6 years old since I am growing faster ?. Asha was the polar opposite of Aaron, who has boyish-like hair that looks golden brown in colour like her mother but has a dull, brilliant earthy-coloured iris surrounded by a brilliant yellowish tone, as well as thick eyebrows and eyelashes, which she inherited from her father. Aaron and Asha are fair enough, like their mother.
My mother, Rachel, called me to come closer to her and introduced me to Aunt Angela, who is kind and caring. She pinches my cheeks affectionately and tells me, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, THARIKA HANNAH ADAMS," with a smile; I replied, "Thank you Aunt Angela". I love to hear my full name if anyone calls me ?. I know I am not their own child; they didn’t tell me, but I do have dreams related to my childhood, and it is all happening in my life.