Fractured Family

Chapter 5

"Hello Alexandre," I hear my father's voice behind me.

I break apart from the hug and look at my father. Ms. Robinson was right, he was very tall and scary. 

"Hello," I respond to him in a meek voice. 

He gives me a slight nod and grabs my suitcases for me. My brother wraps his arms around my shoulder and tells me how excited he is to see me. We walk over to this all-black SUV and he puts my luggage in the trunk. They both went to sit in the front while a sat in the middle seat in the back. It was dead silent until my father asked me a question.

"So Alexandre what is school like?" 

"It's fine I guess, I've been working a lot more so it's been hard to balance them out," I say honestly. 

"Working!?" He questions, "You will not be working until you've completed all your school. It's the most important thing you'll ever do,"

"Oh, okay," I say back, "Do I have any more brothers?"

My brother whips his head around and looks at me, "Yes you do! There's me, Miguel, Cristiano, and Lorenzo," 

"I don't remember having siblings," I say sadly. 

"It's fine if you don't remember them, they remember you!" Miguel says trying to cheer me up. 

"When are we getting to the house?" I question, "I'm really tired," 

"We'll be there in 30 minutes. You can sleep if you want to," My father says.

"Thank you," 

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I can't believe that my youngest boy is finally back with me. When he was explaining how he works made me angry. No boy his age should be working, they should be focusing on school. I don't think I've ever seen Miguel so happy before, the way he was talking with and laughing made my heart swell. We're almost at the house and Alexandre is sleeping in the back, he must have been so tired from the flight. 

"Papa, what are we going to do about his schooling?" Miguel asks me, "I looked over his school files and his grades were in the 60s. Should we out him a program to help?"

"60s!" I say, "That's not acceptable. What was your mother thinking?!"

"I don't know what she was thinking, but he has to get his grades up," Miguel mentions

"Yes he does, but let him settle in first," I say while looking at Alexandre in the mirror.

We pull into the driveway and I park the car and then stare into the doors. It's crazy to me that my son is back with me. Miguel and I both get out of the car, I go and get his stuff from the trunk while Mihuel wakes up Alexandre.

"Mhm," I hear.

"Come on get up," Miguel says while shaking him. 

"Leave me alone," Alexandre whines.

"Wake up, Alexandre I don't like whining," I say from the back.

"Why don't you just call me Alex? That's what everyone calls me." He says getting out of the car.

"I didn't name you Alex, I named you Alexandre, so that's what I will call you," I say facing him.

He's tall, but not Miguel tall. His nose is underneath my chin. Tall and lanky. 

"Ok," he says

"Yes sir," I correct him.

"Yes sir,"