My Brother’s Game
That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?”
The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one.
Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother.
I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers.
When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.
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