this morning #952.

this morning, something stopped me from squealing on him. it was a weird feeling, choosing to protect my brother by hiding the truth from my parents. i’d noticed that he did the same for me once last week when he really didn’t have to. after all, i’m the younger one. my friend’s brothers don’t have HIS back. they beat him up ALL the time. it was as if mine was trying to give me a sign that it was us against them. in a lot of ways, i guess he was right. the world did seem to be set up like this. adults vs kids. it’s not fair, so i don’t care. if fibbing to adults is the best way to save each other’s butts, i’ll do whatever my bro thinks is best. he’s older. he’s wiser. he’s almost old enough to drive. i’m only five.