Memories of My Little Brother

I was sitting at the window of a cafe in a busy street in the city center, trying to clearly understand my stress and harsh career. While watching something special I am drinking a cup of Italian white coffee while looking at the window. The cafe is open as usual, even at 2:30 in the morning. When I heard that existing music is flowing in the cafe, I returned to reality. This is a song called "Millennium". I noticed that this song was played only when the lyrics arrived at the chorus.

At the beginning of memory, the existence of humans always has the point of changing lives, giving stimuli and changing perspectives. The important memory that I held at the memorial hall for the first time is the memory that I played with my older brother. I remember that day is the same as yesterday; health, taking care of the grass is green money; the sun is shining, just like a billionaire who just won the game. My older brother and I are professional expert gurus like the teacher like the students. My brother Sam is a gorilla's elder brother.

My brother One of my earliest memories was the day he came home from the hospital. I believe that we are ready for his arrival, as he has rested our mother for a long time at bed. I remember it in my home room, my mother had him, so I was able to see him. He grabbed my little finger with a small hand and I fell in love soon. We call him Jon Matthew. He went to bed in his mother and his father's bedroom in a crib. My bedroom is a direct shooting range. In the evening, when I should lie on the bed, I will get off the corridor to his crib. I looked at him and gave him some "love shots". When I heard the arrival of my mother and father, I jumped out of the hall and flew to the bed under the quilt. But I was caught at least once. Mom asked me what I was doing to me, and I said, 'I am taking care of my child'. I already announced ownership. He is not only my brother ... I am responsible

Liberated from my opinion, I went out to find my father, my mother and my brother. As if he knew what had happened he found my brother who was sniffing the corner of the master bedroom. Then I found my father, I did not notice how small he is. Why did not you notice? He could not see me, his hospital bed was facing another road, but I met him. My stepmother stood in the corner and was calling everyone, but they arrived in 15 minutes and they came in I was sitting in my room with my brother, my The room, I have never seen my younger brother very quiet, or my brothers cried. Well, this is the first time. I want to cry, I want to regain it all, but I can not believe it. Are crying. My brother fell asleep on my knee, and my brother leaned against the wall. I closed my eyes.