By Elaine R.

I was ten year sold when my father divorced my mother. Then after 5 years my mother fell in love with her boss who was a widower with a son couple of years older than me. They got married and we started living together. My step – brother was not prepared to accept me as his sister. Even for me it was not easy to adapt myself to the new relationships. But neither of us wanted our parents to be upset about this. So we just kept pretence when they were around.

One day after returning from school I took my skateboard and started out. There was a stone on the pavement, which was uneven and loose. It made me trip and fall. I had broken my anklebone. Immediately my step – brother came to help me up. He called my mother and took me to emergency room. He extended all the help to my mother and comforted her and assured her that he would take care of me.

Since the last 37 years we have grown fonder and my brother is very supportive and lovable.