When a little kid lost his little brother

"Mom, I am home." said me with a large smile.

"Ravi , I took samar to market and lost him."... 

I am a 5 year old kid. I have one year old brother. I don't know why the hell was he born except to irritate me. He takes my toys and throws them like they are... Grenade?. Anyway, so he threw my black lamborghini on white floor and I went super Saiyan with rage. He simply said, "wat am you doing?". I just kicked his face and went out. No sooner did flying slippers were slammed on my face. 

That day I felt so much rage, I tried to destroy the moon but it was out of my range. I slept like a sloth because You know HOMEWORK IS Tiring. 

The next day, after having fun with my friends in playschool, I returned home with a fatal injury, there was ONE BLOOD DROP on my left index finger. When I returned I say the home was clean. I despise cleanliness, so I MADE MESS. Then my mother saw me and told me My brother was missing. I was very happy, the one who stole my attention was stolen. 

But I don't know why, but.. I searched my whole rented floor for him. Then I heard him cry on second floor, and ran faster than Usain bolt. He was peacefully playing with his fiddle on Asha aunty's lap.

I instead of taking a sigh of relief screamed finally and Hugged him. 

I then realised that the cheap dog was now part of me and my life.

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