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by Moana Miglietta |
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In the time of my little life, I was 8 years old. I was
unhappy about my older brother. Everyone liked him more than they liked
me. So one day, September 5, 1983 on Saturday, I decided to be wicked.
Me and my brother were playing on a wooden
seesaw in the backyard. I told him, “Jim, stand up and I will move you
up and down.” Vivaciously I moved him faster and faster. Then I jumped
off of the seesaw. This made my brother fall face first onto the concrete.
His two front teeth were gone. My mom came out when she heard him cry out.
I was vengefully happy. But then as he cried, I had this decorum about
me, then obliviousness.
All I can say is that was then and this is the present. |
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