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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Sibling(s) (05/01/08)

TITLE: My Bratty Brother
By Sherry A. Jackman
05/01/08


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My life was just fine until the age of 8 when my little sister came along. Sure, I was lonely for a playmate, but who can play with a baby lying in a crib? Not me. Well, as if that wasn’t bad enough, 17 months later the terror was born, a bouncing rowdy baby boy.

He not only had to be fed and diapered and I had to babysit, but he bit and he bit hard. He bit my sister and he bit me. That was only the beginning of the trauma. At the ripe age of three, he would chase after me riding his tricycle. There was no place to escape in our three room tarpaper shack, except into the bathroom. I would run in there and hold the button on the door knob to lock the door and keep the tyrant out.

Later, we would go to the park after my mom learned to drive. The bratty brother was still at it. He would get out of the car and wouldn’t come. We would try everything to coax him into the car. My sister would hang out of the car crying frantically “my brother, my brother, don’t leave without my brother.”

Well, the brat grew up, went in the army and served our country, but has trouble finding work at the ripe old age of 54, even had two daughters and he’s not so bad now. He even helped buy me computers, install software, and taught me to play Mah Jong on the computer. Man, I wish I had $1 for every second I played that game: I would never have to work again.


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Dolores Stohler05/08/08
Your story made me smile. I had an older brother who hit and called me names and I never really liked him until, in our old age, I told him how miserable he made my childhood. He was truly contrite; now we are the best of friends. Forgiveness is the way to go. Just as He forgave us when He gave up His life on the cross, we need to let go of the past.
Sara Harricharan 05/08/08
Your title made me smile, and I was glad that the story had a happy ending. I loved the sarcastic tone though, it nailed this piece! ^_^
Beckie Stewart05/13/08
I would say that you were not too crazy about your brother and that there are not many fond memories. Sadly, I sense you have the same relationship with your little brother, that I have with mine. Keep up the writing.
Millicent Pat-Nwaoyo05/15/08
I agree you were not too crazy about your brother, its never too late to make a change. I also think you should write more and try to be more elaborate in your style. You've got potential. Goodluck.