Nothing is more challenging than family.
Family members sometimes pick their relatives apart. I used to pick on my brother mercilessly when we were growing up. I thought it was funny to make jokes at his expense. It wasn’t until later in life that I realized the cost of my jokes.
He used to think I hated him. He thought every joke I made was designed to make him feel bad. Sometimes they were, but for the most part, I thought I was just being funny.
I apologized when I realized I was bothering him. He told me how much I was affecting him, and I had no idea he took my words so seriously. I promised him I’d cut down on making fun of him.
I moved to Nanaimo from Kelowna a couple of years ago. Now, I only see my brother for a few days every five months or so. We throw insults at each other a bit when we’re together, but now things between us are a lot more friendly. Better late than never.
I wasn’t fully accepting responsibility for my actions until then. Family was not a priority for me. I was focused on growing up and getting out of the house.
Exams and holidays are almost upon us. Lately I’ve been thinking about my family a lot. I’ve been thinking about how my words and actions affect my family. When I go home and see my family, I’m going to spend some quality time with them.
Sometimes my family gets on my nerves, and sometimes I get on theirs. But at the end of the day, we all love each other. I just have to figure out how to show my love better.
Managing Editor Cole is a fourth-year creative writing student with a focus in journalism and scriptwriting. He was shortlisted for the 2018 Fraser MacDougall Prize for Best New Voice in Human Rights Reporting. Cole sits on the board of directors for CHLY and hosts the Kinetic Flow, a hip-hop program on the station. He is also the editor of the VIU Compass. This is his second year as Managing Editor of The Nav.View all articles