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"Barney Loves Everyone", a high-pitched shrill projected from my TV and
directly into to my latent ears. My dream was shattered by the wretched
words of a juvenile broadcaster. I opened my eyes to see my little brother
who was echoing the pointless words said by the t.v, with candy bar in hand.
Reluctantly, I got up and managed to yell over the piercing sing along,
"What are you doing"? While waiting for the culprit's response I turned off
the boisterous TV.
"I - I - I was watchin' Barnee", he said as he smiled and let a piece of his
"breakfast" fall from his naïve lips and plummet to the ground.
My anger, already somewhat pacified now that I was awake, was now fed by the
brown stain located on the carpet. "How many times do I have to tell you do
not eat in my room, do not turn on my TV, AND DO NOT WAKE ME UP! My
brother, now upset, dropped his "meal" and put his bottom lip over his top,
crossed his arms, and looked at me with meaningless frustration. Then he
began to cry as he stomped out of the room. "Sorry, I was just having a good
dream and", I started. But it was to late he was going to do the
unthinkable, he was most horrible thing he could, he knew what he was doing,
he was going to get me in trouble. I braced myself as I remembered the last
time he told. It started with a few unharmful words and ended with "supreme
groundage" it was coming it was inevitable. I thought to myself, why me? As
my thoughts explored my brain on a solution quest for the answer to the
provocative question they were halted by the grim voice of my dad.
"A.J.", my dad roared in a stern voice. I came into his room noticing the
5-year old sitting on my father's lap who was weeping in excess because he
was now in the presence of my dad. Expecting to be devoured by one of his
immediate exhaustive lectures which usually ended in prolonged punishments,
I was surprised by his first question," Why did you shout at your brother"?
I explained the damage the villain had done by waking me up on a Saturday
and added the unnecessary comment about how a growing teenager needed
his/her excess sleep on the weekend. But my deceitful little brothers
consistent wining and naturally innocent eyes had already biased my dad's
opinion. Then he proclaimed the unjust penalty of no departing to anywhere
of interest this weekend.
I immediately left to my room with my mind filled with ideas of temporary
everlasting hatred towards my dad and my brother. While cleaning my room,
still thinking of acts of vengeance, I received a call from my classmate. He
simply asked whether I wanted to accompany him to the mall with some other
friends and to go and catch a movie. I also simply yet sarcastically
replied, "Yeah if I was brother less with a single mother. Within seconds my
"favorite companion" entered the room. "What do you want", I inquired
harshly.
"Daddy said we gonna go ta da stow, wanna cum", he asked as if he didn't
just ruin my day or anything. "No", I bellowed and turned away intentionally
not looking into his eyes, which were intended for guilt retrieving. After
my brother had left with his "partner in crime", I couldn't stop thinking
about the continuous trouble he placed me in. I thought, why do I have a
brother who dwells on my downfall and misfortune? Maybe I deserve this kind
of mistreatment in compensation for a past crime. I never really did
anything to him besides a monthly "beat down" whenever boredom overwhelmed
me or a occasional fib to evade my own chastisement but otherwise nothing
dramatic. Idle from no household activities I fell asleep.
"A.J.", a sincere voice yelled once again waking me up. I opened my eyes to
view the same short being but this time with a smile on his face. "Guess what
we gots, whispered my brother. Not intrigued by his pointless question but
feeling a bit sorry for our earlier encounter I said, "What"?
"A N64", he responded enthusiastically. I looked at him with a intense
feeling of disbelief and said, "Yeah right"! He went away for a brief second
than came back with a N64 box and my dad close behind. My dad then explained
to me that they went to the mall and while they were leaving my brother told
them I wanted a N64. After about 30 minutes of arguing he crossed his arms,
put his bottom lip over his top, and refused to move. Eventually they gave
in and bought it. I looked at the box and then I looked at my brother,
looked at the box and once again looked at my brother. He looked at me with
a smirk on his face, I went over to him, picked him up and spun him around
till he burst out in laughter. This experience followed a series of endless
late nights of video gaming with my little brother. Sometimes if I was
really bored I even let him play.
At first I saw a younger brother as a frequent burden a lifelong curse but
now I realize that in the mist of all his childhood ordeals he still shows
his love in his own way.
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