It was the day I came to Britain from Hungary my brother was making short quips and jokes about how the boat will sink and called me little Finick and called me a little cutie I yelled at him embarrassed to stop but he kept saying " hey there little cutie how's adorable" and laughed like no one was around and bellowed like an accordion. He did cry a little when we left and waved away Budapest as we rode down the Danube mother told him to stop crying and smacked him hard across the cheek he stopped then. I felt sorry for him he was just expressing himself what's wrong with that. I guess they'll never understand us. The parliament got smaller and smaller away I cried then secretly making sure mother didn't see me but she knew all right and I got the biggest smack of my life. The boat ride took a month the longest month of my life.
