My Brother

This is a story about my baby brother, Moris. It all happened some time around June of 08. We were all sleeping when all of a sudden I heard a big THUMP followed by a loud obnoxious crying. It took a while before I realized it was my brother crying because I was tired.

The next morning, my brother was still crying it was anoying. My parents got worried so they took him to the doctor's. It turned out that he fell off the bed; he whacked his arm so hard that he broke his wrist. The next day they went back to the doctor's and put this little cast on him. This went on for another 2 agonizing weeks! Once the 2 weeks were over he got the cast off and he finally stopped crying I was so happy but I bet he was happier.