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Brothers and Memories: A Trip Down Memory Lane |
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As I lay under the blanket in the dark, I am left alone with my thoughts and
memories. I recall a time when my father brought home a big box and my brother
Daniel and I watched with excitement as he assembled a ride-on car from the
colorful pieces inside. It was our favorite toy for two years, causing many
quarrels and moments of joy.
I think about Daniel, my brother who is just a year younger than me. When we
were in primary school, Father bought us bicycles. Despite Daniel's lack of
balance, we would go cycling in the park together, with me racing ahead and then
doubling back to let him catch up. It was a fun activity for both of us.
My old bicycle still sits in the backyard, untouched for the past two years
since I got my motorcycle. I remember the day I became the owner of that
powerful machine, feeling independent and able to go anywhere I wanted. Daniel
was envious but didn't fuss because I started ferrying him wherever he needed to
go after I got my license.
As Daniel turned seventeen and became bolder, he practiced on my motorcycle to
prove to Father that he was not afraid to ride on his own. I watched him like a
hawk, afraid he would damage my precious possession or injure himself. I
remember the day we rode to the park for him to practice, and the sound of his
voice screaming "I can't stop!" as he headed straight towards me.
Now, in the darkness, I cannot hear anything but what sounds like weeping,
perhaps from Daniel or Father. My body will not respond to my call, so I am left
with nothing to do but sift through my memories again. |
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