Resumo de Brotherly Love

Arsalan, you stop there or else I will shout on top of my voice and call mummy!" "You call her, I don't care. Let her come and see what you did to my guitar." "What did I do? It's not my fault. The string was already lose and when I started to play it broke, that's it.""Idiot! I saved my pocket money for quite a few months and then was able to purchase it, you fool.""Mama! Look at Arsalan, he is using bad language."Mother came running inside and then stood still for a while, trying to realise that a 14-year-old boy and 13-year-old girl were ready to slaughter each other for a silly string."Arsalan and Amna, I am tired of this. Everyday you have something to pick a bone. When will you grow up? God help! Look at your cousins they are of your age but still they act like responsible people. I wish I had kids like them and I am ashamed of you guys," mother sighed. As soon as my mother walked away I swore I won't talk to Arsalan. "I hate him the most," I reminded myself and walked out of the room.We have always been like that. Since I am only a year younger to him, we fight and demand for the same things and have entered the fragile and tender teens one after the other and so got harder to manage.The next day I woke up with a lot of plans of teasing and making him feel miserable. As I walked towards his room to put into action one of my master plans my mother saw me and asked me to stay away as he had high fever. I mumbled and left. That day I was like a cat on hot bricks. The day passed but I was just allowed to peep into his room. The next day, too, my mother asked me to stay away from Arsalan but I had no patience. I hated the ability of mothers to read their children's mind.That afternoon my mother left to fetch the doctor and I hurried to his room. Unusually it was silent, with no blaring sound system. Arsalan was awake and passed me a kind smile.I sat next to him and started crying. I could not believe it myself but I was crying for my worst enemy. I realised how much I missed him and his catty remarks. I wanted him to get up and fight and understood I loved him a lot and when I about to confess all this my mom opened the door and said "Oh, my God!"Right now I am sitting with Arsalan, using his pen and seemingly listening to his favourite hard rock music. If you are thinking that we have undergone a phenomenal change then you are very wrong. I have put on ear plugs and he is cursing me for using his pen. It's pure fate that we fought for the same toys and ended up sharing them, entered teens together and now just because of my innocence to go near him when he was ill now we are sharing "measles", which have made Arsalan more annoying than ever and he does not realise this simple fact that by using his pen I am only trying to make him famous!

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