Little Brother

Our little brother, wide eyed and easily influenced. You saw the sweets in the window and squandered your bus fare, but we opted to walk the long way home with you. Your legs soon tired and I gave you my penny for the bus, but you got off at the next stop and ran back to join us. The guilt was too much for you, but the loyalty bound us together.

Mother asked us where we had been and you told her the truth. She sighed and offered a reprimand, which we ignored, but you took to heart. You always took her words to heart. We never doubted who was her favourite, but we didn’t begrudge it either. I wonder if you know that we love you just as much as you love us. After all, you are our little brother.