Life consists of good and
bad days. Sometimes we fail sometimes succeeded and happy is the
person whose good days are more than bad days.
I was 9 or 10
years old. That day my mother was combing my hair. I always hate when someone
combs my hair, because my hair has always been very long and it was very
painful to comb it. My mother was combing my hair and then my little brother entered
the room. He entered and he started to moch me. I was angry with him and I throw
the comb on his face. His face was hurt
and it was in blood. We called ambulance. The doctors came and said that there was nothing dangerous with my brother’s health. Slowly
I relaxed.
I was too much afraid. I was
crying and I thought that my brother would die. It
was the worst day of my life, which I will never forget because I feel I was
guilty. I would never forgive me if something happened with my brother. At
that moment I understood how much I love my little brother. I promised my
parents that I will never fight with my brother anymore but I broke my promise.
Now I fight with him again.
Mary Telunts
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