my little brother Zues

My Brother Zues

I hate it when my brother Zues has to go away.

My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is,That I am lucky for having a brain where all chemicals flow properly to Their destination like undammed rivers ,what I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with,they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpassed mine considering his confine to a dark room in an institution.

I always beg for them to give one last chance.

Of course,they did at first Zues has been back home several times, each shorter in duration tan the last. Everytime without fail it all start again.the neighbourhoods cats wit gorge eyes showing upin his toys chest, my dad's razors found dropped on the baby slidein the park across the street,mom vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablet,my parent are hesitant now using a last chances sparingly.they say his disorder make him charming make it easy for him to fake normaicy and to trick the doctor.

And I hate when my little brother brother has to go away , I did even say goodbye and it makes me have to pretend that Im good until he is back...