Mommy's boy
October 1 1985
Yakko felt a cool breeze as he, his parents, and his newly born brother exited the hospital. It was a cloudy day outside, he looked up at the rows of clouds lined up across the sky.
It was autumn now, which meant warm weather was more scarce. Even in a warm place like California, the seasons go round.
He walked across the parking lot, holding his father's hand. His mom was carrying a weird black thing, which she said was a baby carrier. Yakko wondered why she couldn't just hold his brother, she saw her do it before.
When he asked his dad this earlier, he explained it's just another way of carrying a baby around, and not to worry about it.
It seemed to Yakko that every adult said that to him, they always talked around the answer leaving him more confused than he was before.
Adults can be very weird sometimes.
When they reached the car, his dad opened the back door for him. He pushed through his father's legs, and pulled himself into the backseat. He then watched his dad put the purple bag his grandma got him and his brother next to him.
"Do you need help putting on your seatbelt", he heard his dad say.
Yakko looked at him.
"No, I can do it"!
Yakko grabbed the seatbelt beside him, pulled it over him, and pushed it into the buckle. Yakko grinned, he had been getting better at putting on his seatbelt since his aunt taught him how to do it.
"Great job kiddo", his dad said in an encouraging voice.
He gave him a thumbs up as he closed the door.
His parents got in the car themselves a while later, his mom put the baby carrier in the back seat with him.
Yakko looked at his brother, he was asleep, covered up in a white blanket, wearing some kind of blue hat on his head.
He smiled, he found his brother very fascinating, Though Wakko was a lot smaller than he had expected. When his parents first told him he was going to have a little brother, he imagined him to look just like him.
He also found it weird how Wakko was always asleep when he saw him. He had expected him to be able to talk, be able to walk, and do all the things that he does.
"Daddy", Yakko asked," why is brother always asleep"?
His dad, about to start the car, looked over at him.
"I told you already, babies need a lot of sleep after they are born".
"But I sleep, but not all the time".
"That's because you're older", his mom stepped in,"Wakko needs more sleep than you because he had just been born".
Yakko was still confused.
"When will he stop sleeping all the time", he asked.
Yakko heard the engine of the car start.
"When he gets a bit older", his dad replied, "these things take time, Yakko".
"Ok", Yakko replied, looking down at the floor.
He still had a lot more questions on his mind, though he wouldn't ask them now. He could tell his parents were very tired, and he didn't want to start an argument.
He looked back at Wakko, still asleep in the carrier, as his father pulled the car out of the parking space.
He looked out the window at the clouds in the sky, he had always been fascinated by clouds. Yakko could stare at clouds for hours if his parents let him.
The car pulled into their driveway, Yakko hasn't been at his house since his brother was born. He had been staying at his aunt's house for the last couple of days, he was definitely very happy to be back home again.
His parents got out of the car, His mom opened the door for him, he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. He saw his dad come from the other side holding the baby carrier and the purple bag, which he gave to his mom.
The family walked to the door, Yakko watched as his dad reached into his pocket to grab the house key. He stuck it in the doorknob, and a few seconds later, he opened the door.
They entered the house, no lights on, it felt a bit ery inside. His father set the carrier down on the couch, and his mom put the purple bag beside it.
Yakko watched in curiosity as his mom took his brother out of the carrier, holding him in her arms. He ran up to his mom and clutched onto her leg.
"Yakko be careful", she said,"I almost dropped your brother".
Yakko, confused about what she was talking about, detached his hands from his mother's leg.
He sadly walked over to his dad, who was taking stuff out of the purple bag.
"What's in the bag?", he asked.
He looked at him.
"It's for you and your brother".
"What is it"?
His father pointed out the strange objects to him.
"These are diapers, baby bottles, onesies, all things of that nature".
Yakko gave a disappointed frown, he had expected toys from the bag, not this useless junk.
"Why are there no toys in the bag"?
"This is for your brother", he replied,"he's too little for toys".
"He's too little for anything", Yakko said with a pout.
He sat down on the floor in front of the couch, crossing his arms. Having a brother was not as interesting, or fun, as he originally thought.
"Well I wouldn't say he's too little for anything", his father said to him.
"What do you mean"?
"Well he just simply hasn't learned how to do it yet"?
"How do you learn to play with toys", he asked.
"He was just born the other day Yakko", his dad explained," you can't expect him to do all the things that you can right away".
"Why"?
"Because he has to learn to do them. He has to learn to walk, he has to learn to talk, and he has to learn all the things that you do".
"But why"?
"Uuh.. well do you know what I just realized Yak"?
"What"?
"I realized I forgot to give you your gift".
Yakko brightened up, he forgot he was included in presents too.
He watched as his dad dug through the bag, he grinned as he pulled out a toy firetruck.
His dad handed the toy to him.
"Here you go Yak".
"Thank you", Yakko said as he grabbed the firetruck out of his hand.
Yakko then ran upstairs to his room to play with his new toy.
October 4 1985
Yakko was happily playing with his Matchbox cars in his room. He was rolling them around the floor, pretending it was a highway.
He stopped upon hearing a weird noise, it was some kind of bubble-like noise. He stayed quiet waiting to hear it again.
He felt his stomach tightening up, upon this realization, he heard the noise again. It was clear to him, his stomach was growling, he was hungry.
Yakko got up from the floor and left his room. He went downstairs to find his Mom in the living room, cradling his brother.
He ran up to her, climbing up onto the couch, and sat next to her.
"I'm hungry", Yakko said.
"So I'm guessing you want food"?
He nodded his head.
"Alright then, I'll meet you in the kitchen, I'm going to put your brother down for a nap.
"Ok", Yakko said.
He jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen. He pulled out a chair, and climbed into him.
Yakko tried his best to ignore his stomach growling, he seemed to be more hungry than usual today.
A couple minutes passed by until his mom finally came back.
"Do you want a sandwich"?
"Yes please".
He smiled, he hasn't had a sandwich in quite a while.
"Do you wanna help make it", his mom asked.
"Help"?
"Yeah, do you want to help me make your sandwich"?
Yakko was confused, she had never asked him that before.
"Sure", Yakko said slowly," I can help".
Yakko jumped out of his chair onto the floor, he ran up to his mom. He looked up at her, waiting for her to reply.
"Get back in your chair", his mom said,"I'll get the stuff you need".
He groaned, all he wanted to do was help out. Feeling a little flustered that he basically got out of his chair for seemingly no reason, he followed his mom's orders and got back into the chair.
yakko started patting his fingers down on the wooden table, he felt bored out of his mind. Finally, after what felt like forever, his mom put some stuff in front of him.
"What is this?", Yakko asked.
"Stuff to make a sandwich, what did you think it was"?
"I know Mommy", he whined," but what are the things in front of me"?
His mom groaned, " It's a loaf of bread, and some turkey, does that answer your question"?
Yakko could tell that his mom was in a bad mood. Not wanting to be scolded at, he nodded his head in reply.
"Good, now are you ready to follow directions"?
He nodded his head again.
"Alright", she said," can you open the loaf of bread".
Yakko leaned closer to the table and grabbed the bread. He tried to open it up but he couldn't. So he decided to tear a hole from the plastic.
"No Yakko, STOP"!!
Yakko looked up, a confused look on his face. His mom looked furious.
"Why did you do that"!?
"Do what"?
"Didn't you see the twist tie"?
"The what"?
"Yakko you know what I'm talking about"!!
"No, I don't".
She took the loaf from him, and pointed to it.
"See this little thing here, this is a twist tie. You have to untwist this to open the bag up. You do not make a hole"!
"I didn't see it".
Before he could even react, SMACK, he got smacked right across the face.
"Wow you didn't see it, what an excuse. Why can't you do things right"?
Yakko didn't say a word, his eyes we tearing up. He didn't even know what he did wrong.
"Well, gonna say something"?
"I..I'm sorry Mommy, I didn't mean to do that".
"You should've asked for help".
"I said I was sorry".
Another smack went across his face.
"I heard you the first time. Do you know what, just go to your room NOW"!
Yakko jumped off his chair immediately, and quickly ran out of the kitchen in tears.
Several minutes passed by, Yakko laid his head on his pillow, sobbing into it. He was beyond upset, what did he even do wrong? He did exactly what his mom told him to do.
He was starving, His stomach growled continuously, it was starting to hurt.
Yakko always hated being in trouble. Adults would scream at him until he started balling out tears. Why were adults so hard on him?
Suddenly he heard a knock at the door. His face shot up, he pressed his hands on his pillow, which had a wet stain on it from all his crying.
The door opened, his mom came in, holding a sandwich on a blue plate. Yakko smiled, she did remember.
His mom sat next to him, she handed the plate to him. Yakko immediately took the sandwich from the plate, he couldn't be happier at that moment.
He took a huge bite out of the sandwich, it tasted very good. He felt his mom rub his head, he looked up at her.
"Is it good?", she asked him.
He nodded his head as he took another bite.
I should talk to him.. no no, it's over, I don't want him to be sad again. But what if he's mad at me, no he'll let it go eventually.
Ellenia pondered this while she watched her son happily eat his sandwich. She felt awful about what she had said to him.
She didn't mean to say those things, she just wasn't in a good mood, especially when she doesn't get enough sleep.
Last night, her sleep had been interrupted because Wakko had suddenly started crying in the middle of the night.
She had to spend nearly 2 hours trying to get him to stop crying. That incident had brought her back terrible memories of when Yakko was a baby.
She knew he was very excited to have a brother. She saw Yakko's devastation when he found that being a brother was not what he had thought. he just simply hasn't spend that much time with Wakko.
Wait, that's it!!
She knew just what to do.
"Yakko, do you want to spend some time with your brother"?
There was some science for a few seconds.
"Yes", he replied,"I want to see Wakko".
"Are you done with your sandwich"?
He nodded his head.
"Ok, leave your plate on your bed for now, I'll deal with it later".
Hopefully this will at least distract him for a while. He's barely spent any time with his brother.
Yakko followed his mom to his brother's nursery. He was a little confused, he had been told before that he was not allowed in the nursery.
But he was excited to spend a little time with his brother, even if Wakko was a little boring for his liking.
He watched as his mom opened the door to the nursery, the nursery was smaller than he remembered. It was a blue room, there were a few cupboards lined up against the wall, and a weird giant box his parents called a crib.
His mom turned on the light, he could hear small noises ambient around the room, he recognized they came from his brother.
He watched as his mom took Wakko out of his crib, she cradled him in her arms. She then sat down on a couch in the corner of the room, sometimes he forgets this used to be the family room.
He sat on the couch next to his mom, he watched as Wakko, who was in a blue onesie, slowly started to open his eyes.
This was the first time he had ever seen his brother's eyes open, he didn't think he would ever do anything but sleep.
His mom pulled Wakko closer to her, he pressed his arms against her chest.
"Good morning my little cutie", she said in a soft voice,"did you enjoy your nap.
Wakko made some kind of noise, he leaned his head on her chest.
Yakko watched in fascination as his mom cradled his brother, he found it to be adorable, but a bit strange at the same time.
"Mommy",Yakko asked," Can I hold Wakko"?
"Sure, be careful".
She handed Wakko over to him, he grabbed onto him and held him in his arms.
He was speechless, Wakko was adorable.
"Hi little brother", Yakko said," I'm Yakko, I'm your older brother".
Wakko said nothing back, he thought back to what his dad had said the other day.
He has to learn to walk, he has to learn to talk, he has to learn to do all the things that you do.
Those words still confused him, but he got the idea. His brother can't do the things he can, he has to learn how to do them.
Though he was disappointed by this realization, he could forget all of that by how precious his brother was.
Yakko looked over at his mom, she had a big smile on her face. He then looked back at his brother, who was starting to fall asleep in his arms. He grinned brightly, feeling happy to be holding Wakko snuggly in his arms.
End of chapter 3