“Not unless your brother goes too.”
“But he’s too young, he’ll hold us back.”
“You don’t go without him son, and that’s final.”
All my life… the same story. David couldn’t run, was no good at sport. He couldn’t even get a girl, so he was always hanging around me and mine.
And now he sits by my bedside, high-fives me and winks.
“Way to go, Pete. See you when you come round.”
We were forced to share so much when we were kids. But nobody had to ask twice for him to share his bone marrow with me.
Friday Fictioneers is kicking off again. Why not join us, great photo from David Stewart showing the statue at the south gate of Jeonju, South Korea. (I must have googled just about every statue in China, Japan and Thailand and was just about to start on Korea when I decided to wing it for this week. 🙂