When I was a baby I liked to crawl around but my brother would always push me and laugh. I was eight months old he was three years old I would cry and he would get whooped. And as soon as I turned two years old he tortured me. He would throw me break my toys and spit at me I was always sad and mad. Till one day I snapped I picked up my big glass cup and I threw it at him it hit his arm it broke and... He started crying I was startled.
There was a bunch of glass in his arm I rushed up stairs and got my mom and she noticed that there was a bunch of glass in his arm and there was blood dripping down his arm going everywhere. My mom ran to the car with me and him in her arms she rushed him to the hospital they said there was internal bleeding and he might die I cried for days. It took a few weeks but the surgery was a success I was so happy I hugged my brother so much I think he was about to die I laughed and said I love you and he said love you too. Since that day we were best friends.
