what a story on brother like a best friend
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It was 7.15 in the morning the city is buzzing with traffic, everyone are on their way to school, office and the sun was at its best, there I was sitting on the bike weeping and telling myself that whatever my mom told me on the phone was not true and my brother is fine, however I could still hear my Mother crying and telling me that My brother is admitted in the hospital for chest pain and he is not responding, My husband was riding the bike with too many things going around his mind.
Two days earlier, It was around 12’0 clock in the afternoon, I was standing by my balcony and gazing the streets outside as I just woke up after I completed my 12 hour night shift and was thinking what to cook for the day. As always it is a big task for the married ladies to decide on their lunch menu. There he was entering my street with his stylish black Sports bike. 6.2 feet tall, perfect body with his new hair style. My younger brother whom I have always had a special bond since childhood, although we were very close during our child hood days, my marriage with my husband had distanced our relationship. But we try to make it up whenever we get time since he was my best friend.
My brother was a naughty child and he always had reasons when he came to see me after I got married; I was his personal bank account like all brothers and sisters, but as days went by, I started to feel that my brothers comes to see me only for money and he never loved me. This slowly grew in my mind and I could not stop thinking about it.
