I flipped through the channels and all I see is only superhero movies. I chuckled to my own pity, thinking this was some kind of cosmic joke being played by the universe with me.

While on one hand, Uncle Ben is delivering his most popular dialogue to Classic Spider-Man

"With great power comes great responsibility".

On the other hand, Captain America shouted, "Avengers assemble!" as he charged into battle in Avengers Endgame.

Where in Thor movie while wielding his mighty hammer Mjolnir roared "For Asgard!",as he smashed through enemy lines.
Then I got back to Avengers Endgame.

"And I . Am. IRONMAN." And snaps the infinity gauntlet.

I just turned off the TV because it was irritating me so much. Hey, universe! I don't need any kind of knowledge on  superheroes. Because...

"My sweet baby, come here. Mumma will give you chocolate cookies." Echoed a sweet voice in the background which soon got overpowered by...

"Waaaah!"

Trust me I would have reacted the same if I was promised cookies but rather I got nothing but changed clothes. But come on not that ear bleeding sound. Hello everyone, welcome to another episode of my real life, where a very different but very own superhero saga is going on.

My "Superhero Mom," too busy attending to my "Supervillain baby brother" every whim to notice me.

Oh don't give me that look.

That little guy is a miniature supervillain, throwing tantrums and demanding attention. I think if I  would be in his place mom would definitely be giving me tight slaps but to him, no punishment at all. In fact, whatever the little brat demands, he gets. It's so unfair and truly he's a living nightmare. I wish he could vanish in a puff of smoke, the way he magically showed up and took over everything that was mine.

"Mom, can I talk to you?" I asked, trying to keep my frustration in check.

She rushed over, distracted. "Just a minute, i am coming."

I sighed. "That's all you ever do, Mom. Just a minute. But that minute, never comes. Not for me though. I'm growing up, and I need you too."

She gave me a quick smile. "I know, honey, but the baby needs me right now."

I felt a pang of resentment. "And what about me? Don't I need you? Am I just supposed to be okay with being ignored all the time?"

My mom looked taken aback. "Of course, you're important to me. I just...I don't know how to balance everything sometimes."

I shook my head. "You balance everything for the baby. Why can't you balance it for me too?"

The baby started wailing, and my mom rushed to attend to him. I threw up my hands. "Never mind. I'll just be the invisible brother, then (Or the sidekick of superheroes, no one notices)."

Hahaha! How funny it is! You thought we had this conversation but what actually happened was:-

"Mom, can I talk to you?" Asked her when she came out to make porridge for my baby brother.

"Honey, can I talk to you later. Little Johnny really needs to have his food." Said and went away without giving me a single look.

Oh don't feel so pathetic for me. I mean I know it's unfair but I too have a move which makes mom give me all attention.

It's already 8 o'clock and...."Trrrrring, rrrrring, rrrrring"

"Jack, hurry up we'll get late for your school." She would come rushing towards me.

Oh I know what i have to do. I got up from my seat with such a 'FLASH speed that snail could keep up in a race with me. Oh ya you can call it the modern version of 'the hare and the tortoise'.

Usually I get pulled by my shirt but today she got my ears up in air.

"Ouch!"

"When you try to be late today, remember this."

*MISSION IMPOSSIBLE* done but got little bit injured.

You might question how? Because I am still in my pj's and she has to change my outfits because, remember 'the Jack and the snail'.

After shirt-pulling and ear-lifting, I made it to school. Still in one sock and half a comb through my hair.

I don't mind because our class teacher is Mrs. Thompson. You know she cares for me so much that sometimes I think she's my mother.

Hey, stop giving me looks. It's like she actually sees me;asks about my day, helps me with tough assignments. You know, just in case my mom sometimes forgot she also has her big Jack at school.

Oh! That 'big Jack' thing, I still feel sad sometimes. I used to be a baby Jack once;the one who got all the kisses, and attention. kisses, and attention. Now I just hold on to some hopeless little hope that maybe... I still matter to her.

You know sometimes I wish that my mom would also be like Mrs. Thompson, a caring mother to me like she always was.

Settled into my seat, I saw a mini heart attack coming, I forgot my maths book.
I wish there was no math in the world.

Suddenly an announcement buzzed out.

"All 5th graders, please assemble in the auditorium for the special exhibition magic show. Class monitors, lead your class in line."

Magic show? That was today?

How could I forget? I think universe also said guys, this poor kid needs some cheer ups.

We walked down in two lines, our teacher reminding us to behave “like responsible young students”.

The auditorium was filled with all kinds of magical stalls,floating cards, disappearing coins, even a bunny that sneezed glitter. But the one that pulled me in had a glowing globe.

Seeing me attracted, the magician whispered, "If the first letter of the encryption starts with a vowel, then the message is mirrored truth."

"Huh!"

He then gave me a chit which says "All 3 wishes will be fulfilled".

What can I ask first: Mom being mom again
Or maybe... I should ask for math to disappear first along with baby Jonny. Priorities.