Things I learned from My Experience Of Favoritism

There were many good things that I learned because of my experience of favoritism. 
I learned not to practice it, never in my conscious mind. 
I learned to be forgetful of every bad thing that's happening in my life. 
I learned to be humble.
 I learned to be appreciative even to the smallest good thing that happened to my life. 
As what the old adage says in my own version "There are always good and positive things at the back of every tragedy".

My Fourth Experience of Favoritism

This happened when I was already in college. My mother asked me on what course will I be taking in in college. I decided to be a teacher. That was it, she gave me money for my enrollment and I enrolled myself with some of my friends. Things seem so alright when my brother went to college. I could feel the excitement, the thrill of my mother that his favorite son will go to college already. She was with my brother in all things, from inquiring the school, taking the entrance test, until enrollment. Which she did not do to me when I was about to go to college. It was so frustrating that I promised myself I won't do what she has done to me. I won't play favoritism in any case. Either to my students or to my children.

My Third Experience of Favoritism

This is the worst experience ever, my third experience of favoritism. 
Until now this experience is still fresh in my mind. 
This happened when one night my brother and I saw a colored green insect inside our house. 
It was so beautiful that both of us wanted to have it so badly. 
My cousin captured the insect and couldn't decide on to whom he will give the insect. 
He then decided to give it to me but my brother cried so loudly. 
Then my mother heard the cry of my brother and asked what happened. 
Then she asked me to give it to my brother but I insisted of keeping the insect with me. 
Until she became angry but still I insisted. 
Then suddenly she grabbed the insect and put it in my mouth and slapped me. 
It was so painful. 
It was not the slap that was painful, it was not the act of putting the insect inside my mouth that was painful. 
It was the act of favoritism that was really painful. 
I felt so helpless at that time.

My Second Experience of Favoritism

My second experience of favoritism was when both my brother and I were already in elementary. 
Though we were the ones choosing our things for school but my brother would always have a thing different from mine. 
An additional thing that only him has it.
 I was so upset but cannot do anything because I was just a child, scared to be punished. 
This practice continued until I graduated in Elementary.

My First Experience of Favoritism

I could still remember when I was about 4 years old my brother, who is one year younger than me, and I would fight like in a boxing fight.
 I could still feel the pain that my mother would cheer for my brother and laugh at my loss. 
Nobody except my auntie was comforting me. 
That was my first experience of favoritism.
 It was not good and it will never be a good feeling of favoritism.