My Brother

When my dad would be drinking or was away from home my mom would visit the neighbor lady, and stay there for hours to pass the time away. One night as my mom was visiting I was playing in the front yard when my older brother came over. While he was there he spotted some red ants (the bigs red ants) and followed them back to there ant hill. He then proceeded to do the cruelest thing ever. He threw me down on top of the ants, and held me there. I was screamiong for him to let me go, but he just laughed, and thought it was funny that I was being bitten by the ants. There was so much pain, that my screams probably matched what I was feeling. When my mom finally got to me she was horrified to see me. My little body was covered with ants, there was so many ants on me that she ran me inside the nieghbors house, and put me in the bath tub clothes an all. I was in so much pain that all I could is cry while she poured water on me to get the ants off my body. As I stood there crying I could see my brother laughing he didn't feel any remorse for what he had done to me, and I never got am I'm sorry from him. My brother was not a very nice person, he was into things like hurting animals and playing jokes on people that were only funny to him. This is sad but very true, he was not a good brother,son, or father, and every memory that I have of my brother is a bad one.