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Favouritism

No. Why didnt you say it earlier? Dont try to annoy me, cried my father angrily. Leave!

His harsh words penetrated my soft and weak heart and shattered it into pieces. Tears welled up in my

eyes, obscuring my sight. Could not hold back any longer, my tears rolled down drop by drop. They werecold and bitter. I bit my lip firmly, hoping to avoid an outburst. I hugged myself tightly, trying to protect

myself from the coldness of my unloving father. He stomped out of the toy shop, leaving his eleven

year-old daughter behind. I sank into sadness.

It was Christmas. Like many other families, my father, my younger brother and I came to a toy shop to

buy gifts for the big event. Filled with colourful toys, the toy shop was truly a wonderland for kids. Pretty

Barbie, big shiny robots and many other fascinating miniatures beckoned children to take them home.

Laughter and lovely songs filled the air. As many other children, I was very excited. My eyes lit up with

joy.

Dont make any silly requests for toys. You are already a grownup. My father warned me.

The delight on my face suddenly turned into disappointment. I remembered he had warned me about

this before at home. This paradise suddenly turned into hell. I stood rooted to the ground, lowered my

head and stared at the floor blankly.

Dad, this way. I want all of the robots here. They are so cool! jabbered my younger brother.

Okay, anything for you my sweetheart. My father nodded approvingly with an affectionate smile .

At that moment, bitterness ate my heart.

Im bored with those stupid robotsat home. I want the new ones. He mouthed off while making his

face cute. If you dont buy, Ill cry here. With a deep breath, he opened his mouth widely and began

his crocodile tears. Okay, dear, grab anything you want and Ill make the purchase. I did not

understand why he wanted robots instead of a Barbie doll and more importantly, he had already had

tons of robots at home. However, at least he did have his own Christmas gift.

Standing impotently in the centre of the shop, I was having a terrible battle in my mind. My mind was

struggling. Should I tell my father to buy me something? It is Christmas and my brother had something,

right. Why couldnt I?

Watching my father making the purchase, I made up my mind. I had nothing to lose. Nervously, I askedhim in my softest voice, Dad, Can I have a Barbie doll as my gift?

No. Why didnt you say it earlier? Dont try to annoy me, cried my father angrily. Leave!

And I was there, crying. His face was angry and cold. Why is so wrong with asking for a Christmas gift?

Why does my brother get his toy, but not me? Why is he so strict to only me? And why does he favour

my brother over me? Am I his child too? I screamed inside my mind.

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Crying for toys. How shameful! I wish I do not have a child like you. He continued his harsh muttering

while leaving. I cried out loud. Even strangers pitied me. Why did my father not?

Worn out by crying, I felt dizzy. I slowly stood up and trudged out of the shop. I felt dejected and I

detested my father.