Mama's Girl Listened and Chose Another Brother

My friend, George, and I are both knocked unconscious by a basketball. When I wake up, I suddenly hear my late mother's voice.

"Tam, don’t let George fool you again. He loves pretending to have amnesia just to toy with you and please Ariana Rogers."

I freeze and look at George, who has just woken up.

I hear him ask, "Who are you?"

My mom goes on, "In your past life, he ruined you. You gave him a good life and everything you have, but he killed you just to be with Ariana.

"Listen, your dad is about to ask you to choose a boy to be your brother. Don't pick George. Choose the boy from the Muller family. Even though he never smiles or gives you the time of day. He quietly carries your bottle for you during training every time."

Before I can process it, my dad walks toward me and holds out several photos of boys.

He says, "Tam, they are all children of soldiers who sacrificed for our country. I plan to adopt one to be your brother. You choose. From now on, we will be a family."

This time, I do not hesitate. I point straight at Clyde Muller.

"I'll listen to Mom and choose him."

When Dad heard the choice I made, he looked at me in surprise.

"Tam, don't you usually butt heads with that Muller kid? You sure you want to choose him as your brother? Think carefully. Once it's official, he'll be family for life."

My dad was a big deal in the military district. Anyone who joined our family basically got a fast pass to the top.

Ms. Carrie Sutton, George Greenberg's distant aunt, quickly stepped in.

"Tam, George just has temporary amnesia. He doesn't remember you right now, but didn't you love playing with him? Why don't we wait a few days? Maybe his memory will come back."

Mom scoffed loudly in my head.

"What nonsense! In your past life, that little girl from the Rogers family tore your favorite bow. You barely said anything, yet George locked you outside.

"You stood in the rain for so long you almost got sick. In the end, it was that Muller boy who came looking for you with an umbrella. He kept saying 'what a hassle', but still draped his coat over you."

Hearing that, something in my chest tightened. I didn't understand why Mom kept talking about the "past life", but every word weighed on me, like something heavy was pressing against my chest.

Besides, Ariana Rogers had always been the person George cared about most. They were always playing house together, and I was the one left out.

"Dad, I've decided. I want Clyde Muller as my brother," I said firmly.

Dad put the photos away and gently ruffled my hair. "Alright. I respect your choice. In two days, I'll host a dinner and make it official."

Mom let out a long breath. "That's more like it. My girl