Atif lived with his mother and elder brother. He used to had a father too. But father, his caring father had died long ago. He remembered specs of memories spend with his father. Most of them were happy memories, him holding his father’s hand while passing by the cuisine shops, his father asking what he’d like to eat, him choosing things, eating them merely, but he now remembers his father never used to eat, father would just stand and look at him while Atif eats. Those were the merry times, good old days. But his father left him didn’t he? He died one day suddenly and along with him he took away the part of Atif. Atif had issues then and he has issues now just that they are far more prominent than they were then. He has a brother. Brother earns money. His mother loves his brother for being the bread winner of the family now. He showers all her love on him. Atif feels whatever love is left after that is being given to him. He needs more. He wants more. He need attention he need care. Alas he gets none. It was not the same always. When his father died his brother promised to stand by him no matter what. His mother said Atif need not worry for she will never let him feel void of father, that she will love him so much he shall never crave for more. But he did, didn’t he? He felt it the way he had become merely the second choice for his mother. He felt it that his brother wishes to earn no more of his earnings on his education and his needs. Long time has passed since he’d had new shoes. Long time has passed since his brother has taken out some time for Atif. Long time has passed since they’d said he is a part of the family. They used to call him to sit with them while all of them chat about the day being. Now they call him to take away the dishes after they are done eating. He feels like a burden now. He feels so unwanted. He feels he is intruding on their personal space by just being. He wants to study further but he don’t have sources enough and his brother is not wanting to invest any on him. He is broken and sad, angry and frustrated. He one day asked his mother ‘Mother, do you think I’m worthy the way my brother is?’ mother fondly replied ‘your brother is best, no one can parallel him son but you shall follow his footprints and only then you’d be able to become something in life’. Atif smiled and said ‘Do you love us? Whom among us do you love more?’ mother said ‘ you two share my affection equally son not a dime more or less’ without looking at him. Atif smiled again but the smile didn’t reached his eyes, he then murmured more to himself then to mother’ equal affection it is then’.