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My first memory was of my brother pushing my other brother down the stairs.
I had been standing to the side, watching it happen.
They hadn't been fighting or anything, but the younger one wanted to know what it felt like to be pushed down the stairs, so he got one of our brothers to do it.
But now those two brothers are adults, and here I am, watching Harvey shove August down the stairs at the age of twenty-three and twenty-two.
But it didn't work.
August shrieked but never hit the bottom of the stairs. He floated midair, eyes wide, and then he craned his neck back to look at Ronan.
The eldest of the flock held his wand, pointing it at August to make sure he got back on the ground safely and without a scratch.
"Oh c'mon." Harvey groaned. "Mate, you're spoiling all of the fun."
But Ronan didn't answer. He sent Harvey a sharp look, and then glanced down at August who was getting off the floor.
It's funny how we're siblings, but we're so different when it comes to our looks.
Maybe it's because mum and dad are completely opposites, and some of us resemble mum more while others resemble dad.
Ronan was the oldest at the age of twenty-five, having just had his birthday on the last day of June.
My oldest brother looked a lot like our mother, with the dark thick hair and the brown eyes. But he had dads freckles.
Harvey was the opposite. He had dads blonde hair and green eyes and not a single freckle to be seen.
We're a huge sibling group, so there's definitely a big variety when it comes to looks and who inherited what.
I bit into my apple as I sat at the top of the stairs, watching Ronan leave the room, making his way into the basement which was basically his very own man cave.
Ronan might be twenty-five, closer to thirty than eighteen, which is my age, but he still lives at home.
We all have a hard time when it comes to leaving home. Maybe it's because we grew up being very close as a family.
Family was all we had, and we've always had very loving and supportive parents.
We were lucky when it came to the family we were born into.
"Can you believe him?" August scoffed and turned to look up at Harvey and I.
"He seriously needs some pussy." Harvey said, nodding towards the basement door. "I think we should find him a woman."
"Seriously?" I asked, earning the attention of my brothers, and I grabbed into the banister of the stairs, pulling myself to my feet. "Quit talking about women as if they're just a tool for a man to use whenever he feels like it."
