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I am blessed with my brother who is younger to me. I love him so much. He is 15 years old yet very naughty.His name is _ I still remember the day he was born, so small, so sweet, just like a bundle of soft cotton. He used to cry all the time and sometimes I could not even sleep.
After some time he started smiling at me and touching me. I liked him doing that. Then, when he became a little more old, he started playing with me. First I liked playing with him, but then when he started taking away all my toys, I used to get angry. I still remember how we used to fight over small toys, pulling each other, hitting and then snatching and running away…
When we grew up a little more, the little fights gradually turned to bullying each other and pulling each other’s legs. Given a chance, it was fun to pull each other’s legs. Going to school and back was real fun with all the pranks that we used to play around with the people we met and with friends together, it was the best of times.
Homework completion and project works were a headache and we used to work together, so that it would be easier and lot more creative. When being caught on some act by our parents, we would join hands together to get out, even though till then we might have been like rivals. Looking back, all those were fun.
After some time he started smiling at me and touching me. I liked him doing that. Then, when he became a little more old, he started playing with me. First I liked playing with him, but then when he started taking away all my toys, I used to get angry. I still remember how we used to fight over small toys, pulling each other, hitting and then snatching and running away…
When we grew up a little more, the little fights gradually turned to bullying each other and pulling each other’s legs. Given a chance, it was fun to pull each other’s legs. Going to school and back was real fun with all the pranks that we used to play around with the people we met and with friends together, it was the best of times.
Homework completion and project works were a headache and we used to work together, so that it would be easier and lot more creative. When being caught on some act by our parents, we would join hands together to get out, even though till then we might have been like rivals. Looking back, all those were fun.
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I am blessed with my brother who is younger to me. I love him so much. He is 15 years old yet very naughty.His name is _ I still remember the day he was born, so small, so sweet, just like a bundle of soft cotton. He used to cry all the time and sometimes I could not even sleep.
After some time he started smiling at me and touching me. I liked him doing that. Then, when he became a little more old, he started playing with me. First I liked playing with him, but then when he started taking away all my toys, I used to get angry. I still remember how we used to fight over small toys, pulling each other, hitting and then snatching and running away…
When we grew up a little more, the little fights gradually turned to bullying each other and pulling each other’s legs. Given a chance, it was fun to pull each other’s legs. Going to school and back was real fun with all the pranks that we used to play around with the people we met and with friends together, it was the best of times.
Homework completion and project works were a headache and we used to work together, so that it would be easier and lot more creative. When being caught on some act by our parents, we would join hands together to get out, even though till then we might have been like rivals. Looking back, all those were fun.
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here is ur answer...
I am blessed with my brother who is younger to me. I love him so much. He is 15 years old yet very naughty.His name is _ I still remember the day he was born, so small, so sweet, just like a bundle of soft cotton. He used to cry all the time and sometimes I could not even sleep.
After some time he started smiling at me and touching me. I liked him doing that. Then, when he became a little more old, he started playing with me. First I liked playing with him, but then when he started taking away all my toys, I used to get angry. I still remember how we used to fight over small toys, pulling each other, hitting and then snatching and running away…
When we grew up a little more, the little fights gradually turned to bullying each other and pulling each other’s legs. Given a chance, it was fun to pull each other’s legs. Going to school and back was real fun with all the pranks that we used to play around with the people we met and with friends together, it was the best of times.
Homework completion and project works were a headache and we used to work together, so that it would be easier and lot more creative. When being caught on some act by our parents, we would join hands together to get out, even though till then we might have been like rivals. Looking back, all those were fun.
hope it helps...
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