My mother had a clear favorite her entire life, while I was raised by my grandparents mostly. When she got old and sick, I helped financially but refused to do more than that for a crucial reason.
While most good parents would tell you that they don’t have a favorite, my mother was not ashamed to tell me that my brother, Stanley, was her golden boy. My father walked out of our family because caring for two children became too much.
In the end, my mother blamed me for it. “He wouldn’t have left if I hadn’t gotten pregnant with you,” she told me one day. I was just a child at the time and only wanted my mother’s love.
“But that’s not my fault,” I replied. “I didn’t ask to be born.”
“Don’t talk back to me! I’m the parent, and you’re the kid, so shut up,” she finished. We would have similar conversations through the years whenever she was mad at me. Finally, my mother sent me to live with my paternal grandparents.
They felt so bad that our father had walked away from our lives that they took me in and gave me all the love I never received at home. That’s how I learned that the word family has lots of meanings.
All I heard about my mother and brother over the years was that she helped him with everything. He got into some trouble with the police, and my mother paid all his legal fees. Eventually, she had to sell her house and pay for his apartment.
Stanley was spoiled and couldn’t hold down a job, but my mother coddled him. Meanwhile, my grandparents didn’t have much money, but they gave me everything they could. I had to work to afford my college and my home.
I learned a whole ton of responsibility, and when I graduated, I got a pretty decent job. That’s where I met my husband, Lawrence. We had two daughters whom I cherished equally. When my grandparents got sick, I was there for them until the very end.
They gave me their house, and one of my daughters moved there when she got married. Unfortunately, my husband died shortly after her wedding. She asked me to live with her, but I wanted to stay in our home.
I didn’t hear from my brother or my mother for many years. They didn’t care about me at all, so why should I care about them? But one day, Stanley called. “Hello?” I answered the phone.
“Hey, Brooke. It’s Stanley. How are you?” my brother said through the other line.
“Oh, hey, Stanley. Long time, no speak. I’m fine. How about you?” I replied.
“Yeah, it’s been a while. Listen, I’m calling because Mom broke her hip. I need your help,” Stanley continued.
“Oh, that’s too bad. Is she ok?” I asked.
“She’s fine. It’s just that the hospital bill will be pretty expensive, and I need help paying for it. She’s our mother after all,” he explained.
“Oh, well. Ok. Give me the details, and I’ll send some money,” I told him. My husband and I had accumulated decent savings, so I could afford to send Stanley some money for whatever our mother needed.
“That’s great, Brooke. Thank you. I’ll talk to you later,” Stanley said and hung up. I didn’t feel any obligation to my mother, but I wasn’t heartless. I sent him the money and forgot about it until a week later when my brother called again.
“Hey, Brooke!” Stanley started.
“Hey. How did everything go?” I asked.
“The operation for her hip went well, but the doctor just told me she’s going to need tons of rehab and round-the-clock care. I was wondering when you could come to pick her up?” my brother asked.
“What do you mean pick her up?” I probed, confused.
“I told you. She needs someone to take care of her. I’ve been by her side our whole lives. It’s time you take responsibility, Brooke. I can’t watch her,” Stanley added.
“Excuse me? Responsibility? Mom sent me to live with our grandparents because she hated me, and you were her golden boy. She essentially abandoned me,” I snapped.
“Please. Stop the melodrama. You need to step up because she needs you. She gave you life. You owe her,” Stanley demanded.
“No. I don’t owe her anything. I needed my mother when I was growing up, and she refused. She gave all her love to you, so you will need to figure out something. I gave you money for her hospital bills out of the goodness of my heart, but I won’t be her caretaker,” I told him.
“YOU’RE HORRIBLE, BROOKE! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS? I CAN’T WATCH HER!” Stanley started screaming through the phone.
“Honestly, I don’t care, Stanley. You don’t get to call me horrible. I was a kid when she abandoned me, and my grandparents became my REAL PARENTS. Don’t call me again!” I finished and hung up the call.
Stanley tried calling, texting, e-mailing, and more for several days, but I blocked him. He also tried contacting my daughters, but they refused to listen to him. They knew my history with that side of the family.
Of course, Stanley and my mother bad-mouthed me to anyone who would listen. I have been severely judged for my decision, but I didn’t listen to their criticism. After all, no one ever judged my mother for what she did to me.
What can we learn from this story?
- Caring for your loved ones is important. While Brooke’s choice is controversial, it’s easy to understand her point of view, given her background.
- Forgiveness is divine. Sometimes, you have to be the bigger person. Caring for your parents when they’re old is a big duty, both financially and emotionally. Someone has to do it.
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He Puts a Ring from a Tree Trunk on a Record Player. This Is the Most Extraordinary Sound of Nature I Have Ever Heard.
Nature is rich of beauty, both in its visual and auditory aspects. Many of us enjoy listening to the peaceful chirping of crickets on a calm night, the melodious calls of different birds, the croaking of springtime frogs, and the subtle rustle of leaves in the breeze. However, have you ever given the sound of a tree trunk any thought? You may actually hear the sounds of a tree trunk’s rings.
Everyone has heard the mesmerizing sounds of crickets chirping in the dark or the harmonious chorus of birdsong. Perhaps even the sound of springtime frogs croaking or the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze brought us joy. However, have you ever thought about tuning in to a tree trunk? Yes, a tree trunk—you read that right.
In actuality, we are referring to the rings within of trees when we talk about listening to their trunks. Tree trunks are full of rings that hold vital secrets about the life of the tree. These rings show how much water was available to the tree at different times of the year.
However, have you ever observed that these rings have a greater vinyl record-like appearance? Bartholomaus Traubeck, an artist, most likely did. He was intrigued by the concept and invented a unique kind of record player that had the ability to “read” the differences in color and texture between the rings inside a tree trunk. These patterns are converted into musical notes by this amazing apparatus, producing a distinctive kind of tree trunk music.
It’s possible that you’re asking how this is even feasible. With the use of light, Traubeck’s incredible record player interprets the color and texture of a tree’s rings to create music. Although it looks like something from a science fiction film, the technology is actually very simple.
Traubeck only need a basic PlayStation eye camera and a motor to move the record player’s arm. Data from the tree trunk was captured by the camera and subsequently uploaded to a computer. This data was interpreted into a compelling piano piece using a program called Ableton Live, resulting in a composition that is captivating.
You can listen to Traubeck’s record player play the entrancing sounds of nature by watching the video that is attached below. There are no random noises like crackling, which is unexpected. Rather, the sound that surfaced is incredibly lovely and eerie. It may bring to mind the enigmatic and seductive background soundtracks from the silent film period.
The fact that each tree has a distinct song just serves to highlight how amazing this is. Tree rings are unique, much like human fingerprints. We now virtually have an endless library of unique records because to Traubeck’s innovation. It’s a whole new perspective on and appreciation for nature’s magnificent symphony.
Thus, the next time you’re surrounded by trees, stop and pay attention. The remarkable sounds that come from a tree’s simple trunk may surprise you.
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