My
brother is four years old, two years younger than me. I enjoy his
company very much and we often go out to play. While we we play, I would
accidentally hurt him and he would start crying. I will then tell him
that I am sorry that I have hurt him. My little brother will forgive me,
stop crying, and we will continue to play as usual.
My brother
and I enjoy eating sweets and chocolates very much, and we often share
with each other. Our mother warn us that eating too many sweets are bad
for our teeth. She is correct; every time we visit the dentist, he would
need to fill the holes in our teeth.
We often go out to play
together at the playground near our house. Playing on the swings and
slides usually makes our clothes very dirty. When we get back home, our
mother would scold us playfully as she put the dirty clothes into the
washing machine.
Our parents love us very much, just as much as we love them.
