Bother with the brother
Having my brother here with me is something new. We are cramping in a room that has the size like our bathroom back home. At first, I really have a huge problem about it – privacy. There is only one solution though, which is to move out and get our own apartment. Of course, I have so much reservations because I like being with “the family” even how much it would cost me. There’s nothing more therapeutic than going home to kind people. I think the reason why is that, my family has almost the same culture as Donna’s. It’s not easy to find people nowadays who you could trust aside from your own family.
So back to the brother… the only reason he’s here is to have a new perspective in life, away from unending party invitations. Just imagine someone going home every early morning drunk. Well, too bad there is no such thing as Alcoholic Anonymous here. For an alcohol patron, he is not bad at all, so are his friends and people I know.
He is my brother. I think I just have to suck it all up, eventually.
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