Brothers

As time passed, slowly glossy snail. At last Johnny 's head fell on his coat. When the cool wind is full of atmosphere, he is leaning on the jacket to get some warmth. His breathing is getting late. He went to bed. But the boy did not sleep: it was impossible, as he had to be wary. They have no time to catch it now. Responsibility is his. He is an old man. As he remembers, this is what it is always on. He was always Johnny 's older brother.

"He is my real brother," I insisted. The fact that the different father's cloudiness, multiple divorce, and his surname starting with L and my H did not complicate my simple idea of ​​brothers. My brothers are my brothers. At that age, I do not understand the difference of what my father can do, or the impact of my predecessor's image on the emotions of the child's face. I ask him to be at the dirty roadside at number 8 and Pike stops three blocks on his way to the bus. Because I gave him a few dollars in an emergency, we said goodbye. When I pulled away from the roadside, I looked for him in the rearview mirror, but I did not see him. He crossed the street and disappeared into the crowd

When I was a child, I stayed with my grandmother and my brother. My mother is busy with work. She is living a well-ordered married life. My father is in the army. My brother is two years old already. When I was in my mother's womb, my father left without saying a word, never to come back. He is married for three years when he leaves. Yes. I felt really twice in my life. My mother's life would have been easier. I think that I can have more pocket money if he is there. But from time to time I think that without him he will be better. Because his weakness is a woman, his presence may impair the happiness of our family. I am not resentful to my father.