“Let’s go to the swings” I say to my little brother when we get to the park. He follows but then decides he wants to do the slide instead. So I watch from the swings as he goes on the slide. I’m the big sister after all so I need to keep an eye on him.
There are a few other kids at the park but none I really know. So I mostly just play with my brother. We play a lot but we fight a lot too. We don’t have too long to play because we have to make sure we’re home for dinner.
I see this kid a few years older than me walking around. I don’t really like him. He seems mean.
He’s heading over towards my brother so I jump off the swing and run over. I don’t know what he wants but I have to be there because I’m the big sister.
“Why don’t you leave him alone?” I say as I hear him teasing my brother.
“What, is the little four eyes going to cry?” he said.
I’m mad. Really mad.
“Just leave him alone!” I yell as I smack and shove the kid backwards.
He looks surprised and mad. But I’m not afraid of him. My brother and I beat each other up all the time. I can take this kid. I don’t care that he’s bigger than me. But he just stands there and looks at us.
I grab my brother’s hand and announce we are going home.
“Don’t listen to that kid, he’s a jerk. Lots of kids have glasses. I bet no one likes that kid” I tell my brother.
I feel like a great big sister for protecting my brother from that jerk. No one messes with my little brother.
Except for me, of course.
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