Life Lessons

When I was about two years old, my little brother, Jack, was born. I thought that he was a kind of new toy or a baby doll because, when he was starting school, I would call him little innocent names like "baby," or "lap-snatcher." My mom would warn me that if I continued that, he would grow up and be even worse back to me. She would tell me that someday he would be taller than me and would be able to tackle me like how we played when we were little. He would also tease me like I would back then.





But no matter what my mom said, I still called my little brother names and made fun of him... ...Now I regret doing that. Now the annoyances are constant. Just a few moments ago, he was in the computer room and I was working on this assignment, and he really wanted to read it. (He still does.) He kept insisting that it was illegal to post something without the other person's permission. He kept it up until finally my mom told him to stop. These are the times when I regret bothering him when we were little.