HE WAS BACK

Christiana’s point of view

It was already eight in the morning and I was sure as hell that if my little brother doesn’t wake up in one minute, I will blast his ears with the loud music. “Abraham, I’m asking for the last time are you waking up or not?” I asked pulling the comforter from her but it made no difference. Just because of him we will be late again for school and I can’t afford to get late Abraham. You should come out as soon as possible.

Childhood days were another. But now we cannot! We should be responsible enough. Brother come out. Trust me it’s embarrassing. One, two, and three. “No, wait I’m up please, have some mercy on my ears I have only one pair of them.” And he was up at the right time.

He looked frustrated because his king sleep was disrupted but I don’t care he was irresponsible, “You have twenty minutes, I’ll be waiting for you at the breakfast table.” I gave him the ultimatum and he rolled his eyes but maybe when the word twenty minutes replayed in his head h