To Do List Of A Younger Sibling Novels & Stories

Luka felt a surge of affection for his sister. "You don't have to apologize, Lilly. I understand wanting to keep some things private." She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Thanks. It's just... I'm working on something special. For Kenny and Axel's coming of age ceremonies, and... well, for mine too, eventually." Luka nodded, careful not to reveal that he already knew this information. "That's really thoughtful of you, Lil. I'm sure they'll love whatever you're creating."

Riley didn't stop what he was doing and said, "This time going abroad, big brother may not come back so soon. You should take care of yourself more often. If you're bored, go shopping and watch movies with your good friends. All expenses will be covered by big brother. If there's anything you can't solve, just give big brother a call." "Okay." Abigail also picked up two pieces of the stir-fried yam that were left in the plate and put them in Riley's plate. "Big brother, you should eat too." Riley's eyes softened as his sister served him food! This was a treatment that other brothers didn't get to enjoy! He suddenly wanted to create a group and show off to others by posting in the group!

I grabbed my notebook from the bedside table and opened a blank page. Wishlist. I huffed under my breath at how childish it looked, remembering Christmas lists from years ago. My dad used to fill most of them. Travel. Apartment. Business. I stared at the words. It looked like something a teenager would write, not someone planning her life. I tapped the pen against the paper, crossed out the apartment, and wrote home instead. I created a spreadsheet, dividing expenses, investments, and savings. Numbers filled the screen while I mapped everything out in my head. This part for Mom. This part for James’s college. This part for starting something on my own.

I pulled out my notebook and decided to entertain myself by writing down random stuff. At first, I just doodled. Little hearts, stars, random squiggles. But then I had this idea to make a list, a bucket list, sort of. 100 Things to Do Before the End of the Year. Why not? It was something to do, and it made me feel like I was actually in control of something. I started writing, 1. Watch the sunrise. 2. Go to a concert. 3. Learn to cook something that’s not noodles or sandwich.

"But, I have important things to do!" Alex looked at the little one with amusement. "Important things?" A small child. Eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping was a whole day for him. What important things could there be? Danny, noticing his father's contempt, grumbled, "Yes! It's about whether Danny will have younger siblings." He was getting bored on his own. If he didn't do his part, when would his uncle and aunt have a baby for him to play with? Alex's face darkened. "Younger siblings? Has your mother started dating again?"

I took my notebook and started writing my bucket list. Some of them are: Visit the bakeshop. Buy flowers. Take pictures for the next visit. Prepare for excuses. Ask random strangers if they already watched the movie My Neighbor Totoro. I got to excited by the thought of it without thinking it would cause to much trouble if Mom and Dad knew about this. But, this is my life, right? For the first time, insomnia gave me something good. For dinner, Mom told me stuffs for tomorrow since both of them will be on their work. It was a normal dinner until Dad asked me.

It came up in every argument including when it was his bedtime, when he needed to eat his vegetables and just any other time he could squeeze the argument into. "Seven is too young to play around the stove," she argued back. "Even mummy doesn't play with it. Maybe when you're older." He sighed heavily like she'd just declared the end of the world. "Why don't you go play with Lucy instead?" She asked, referring to his now three year old younger sister. "Where is she?" "She's with Daddy in the yard," he answered. "Well, I think daddy is setting up the tables and chairs. Why don't you go help him? I think he'll need your big muscles to carry all those heavy things."

He leaned back in the chair, considering. “Rhys and I were twelve. Same private school. He was already all sharp edges and too much money. I was the quiet kid who read during lunch. We got paired on a project neither of us wanted to do. After that he just… kept showing up.” A faint almost-smile touched his mouth. “Tristan came a year later. Transferred in after some family mess. He attached himself to us like he’d decided we were his and that was the end of the discussion. Cade…” Theo’s expression shifted slightly. “Cade came later. We were seventeen. He didn’t talk much then either. Still doesn’t, unless it matters. We went through enough shit together that the bond stuck. Brothers in every