When I was two years old, I learned that my mother was pregnant and I was very happy that I would be a big brother.
I have never forgotten that my father took me in his arms just before my brother was born and I was drinking
chocolate milk and I got the news that my brother was born and it was the best moment of my life. When I wanted
to hug, my father didn't want to give him to me, he was afraid that I would drop it, and he said to me that he
was not a toy, and I felt sorry because it was my brother but I couldn't hold him in my lap and it made me very sad.
Then when my brother was two years old, I thought it was the sweetest time in his life because he had his long and wavy hair and blue eye. He had round cheeks but small nose, and I could hardly keep myself from
smacking him back then, and now he is eight years old and my sweet brother, whom I call cute, beats me when I fight at home, he normally can't beat me but I let him do, he also tickles me and neutralizes me and beats me up now.
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