Michael's Cold

Chapter 3

When we arrived at my small house in Gary, I felt a lot better except for the fact that my cold was still lingering. But, I am pretty sure my fever went down.
Another good thing is that my brothers aren't mad at me anymore. They got home from school and we were fooling around like everything was normal.
"Achoo!" Sneezed Tito.
"Oh bless you Tito," I said.
"I hope you didn't get him sick, Michael," my mother said.
"Michael's sick?" Tito asked.
"Well, that's why he left school early. And can't you hear it on his voice? Poor thing, he sounds awful."
I was slightly offended when my mother said that I sounded "awful." I couldn't help being sick.
"Choo!" Tito sneezed again.
"I'm sorry Tito. I didn't mean to give you my cold."
"Yeah right. Your so ugly, people might catch your ugliness if they go near you. It's like how I caught your cold."
My brothers all gathered around and said, "Ohhhh!!!"
My eyes were getting all watery and I was trying not to cry by putting on a tough face and trying to be Mr. Big Shot.
"Well your so ugly that even your own mom can't kiss you!"
"Nice try, Mike. But it's not working on me."
"Boys! Boys! When did this turn into a fight?"
I ran after Tito and attacked him, but he hit me in the face and it knocked me to the ground. I was sobbing and then my mother yelled at Tito and grounded him.
"Ok, it's ok Michael. We'll get you cleaned up."
She brought me to the bathroom and wiped my eyes with a tissue. They were already so red and puffy because of my cold and crying just made it worse.
"I need a tissue," I said, sitting on the toilet.
My mother handed me one as I felt a sneeze coming.
"P'schoo!" I sneezed loudly into the tissue.
My mother held a fresh tissue up to my nose and to me to blow into it.
"No, ma, I'm too old for that."
"Michael, I said blow."
So, I blew my nose into the tissue while she held it for me.