It was a frenzied dawning, I woke up and slowly opened my eyes staring up at the ceiling. I stretched my arms lazily and I did not feel like springing up from the bed but my tummy was aching, I had just a slice of pizza last night.I would have had a whole pizza but my six-year-old brother John, ate the biggest slice from my plate since I waited to finish doing my assignment before I'll eat. I'm actually used to him taking from my food. There were some sandwiches, and burritos left in the fridge but I did not have an8 appetite for any of it except for pizza.I complained to my mum Juliet, and to my dad Dickson, but they did not take my complaint seriously.My mum said, "oh let it be, he's just six, don't be a baby."I felt insulted, "what? I'm a baby?"And then I thought, maybe I'm actually being a baby since it's just a pizza. But it's not just nothing to me. I love having pizza, I wish they considered how I feel.Anyways, I gave up. Fighting with my baby brother would seem childish a
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