"Grey!" I exclaimed loudly while glaring at him playfully. "It looks like you need the punch for real." I threatened.
"Huh, who is afraid of your tiny punches?" He mocked while letting out a chuckle.
I raised my eyebrows at him.
"You said you are! Just ten minutes ago you said that you are afraid of my punches!" I exclaimed, a little offended by his change of words.
We have sorted all the issues, if there were any, between us. It was expected. We are twins. We can't stay angry with each other for long. Even though I had this power of staying angry for a really long time with the person who hurt me, I seem to have lost this power since the time I met my family. I can't stay angry with any of them even for an hour. It's like I won't be in peace if I don't talk with them, forgive them or make them forgive me. That's how life has been going on.