Brothers
You get home and pull the car in the driveway and see Kenny out sitting on the front steps of the house slumped over with his face rested in his hands.
You walk over to Kenny and it next to him, you can feel his desolation and isolation from the family. Kenny attention never diverts from the ground he stares at. All you can wonder is what happened to this poor little boy that has seemed to rob him of his playful spirit he once had. You rub his little head as you stand up and head inside.
You walk into the house, into your bedroom, and turn the radio on and relax after the long day you had just had. You await dinner by thinking of the decision you had just made and hope that it will turn out to be a smart choice, if not the only choice. If you didn't get the loans for college your parents would never had been able to afford to send you.
Dinner is shortly served. Your parents have once again ordered take out. Your mother rarely ever cooks anymore and most times it's left up to you whether to leave empty beer cans laying around or toss them in the recycle bin. Your dad tops off the dinner with yet another can of beer which had always had been a dinner beverage, along with a lunch beverage, breakfast beverage and every snack in between.
After a seemingly long debate, convincing them that you will be able to support them from afar if needed. The conversational argument comes to an end with little support from your parents in your decision to join the armed services. Nothing different than what you had expected.
You retire the night to your bedroom where you grab a copy of this months copy of Electronic Games and Devices. Just as you begin reading about the newest handheld portable game, you hear your bedroom door slowly creak open. In walks Michael the middle brother, and the wise crack of the two. The look on Michael's face is rare not often seen and covered by the joke and pranks normally pulled.
"Michael what's up?" you ask. sitting up on your bed.
"I just don't know what it's going to be like without you. We never really got the chance to talk and I'm afraid if you leave we'll never get a chance."
"Michael, I won't be far. Only a stamped letter away. I'll still be here for the family. I'm only doing this to help support this family."
Michael leaves your room with a look of despair as he heads back to his own room.
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Two months fly by without notice. You pack a small duffle bag of items said to be approved for bootcamp.
You walk over to Kenny and it next to him, you can feel his desolation and isolation from the family. Kenny attention never diverts from the ground he stares at. All you can wonder is what happened to this poor little boy that has seemed to rob him of his playful spirit he once had. You rub his little head as you stand up and head inside.
You walk into the house, into your bedroom, and turn the radio on and relax after the long day you had just had. You await dinner by thinking of the decision you had just made and hope that it will turn out to be a smart choice, if not the only choice. If you didn't get the loans for college your parents would never had been able to afford to send you.
Dinner is shortly served. Your parents have once again ordered take out. Your mother rarely ever cooks anymore and most times it's left up to you whether to leave empty beer cans laying around or toss them in the recycle bin. Your dad tops off the dinner with yet another can of beer which had always had been a dinner beverage, along with a lunch beverage, breakfast beverage and every snack in between.
After a seemingly long debate, convincing them that you will be able to support them from afar if needed. The conversational argument comes to an end with little support from your parents in your decision to join the armed services. Nothing different than what you had expected.
You retire the night to your bedroom where you grab a copy of this months copy of Electronic Games and Devices. Just as you begin reading about the newest handheld portable game, you hear your bedroom door slowly creak open. In walks Michael the middle brother, and the wise crack of the two. The look on Michael's face is rare not often seen and covered by the joke and pranks normally pulled.
"Michael what's up?" you ask. sitting up on your bed.
"I just don't know what it's going to be like without you. We never really got the chance to talk and I'm afraid if you leave we'll never get a chance."
"Michael, I won't be far. Only a stamped letter away. I'll still be here for the family. I'm only doing this to help support this family."
Michael leaves your room with a look of despair as he heads back to his own room.
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Two months fly by without notice. You pack a small duffle bag of items said to be approved for bootcamp.