I remember the day I met my baby
brother, Jason.
He was so adorable I wanted to keep
him forever.
He made me happy and I promised to
him that I would be the bestest sister
that I could be.
That made him smile and I couldn't
resist not to.
He was five years old, too young.
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Happy?
Short Story"Well I don't want to remember." Not friends, not enemies, just strangers with some memories. ~ Please give this story a try. I'm no professional writer, but I hope you enjoy.
