Младший брат. Наталья Евдокимова

Natalia Evdokimova
Younger Brother

In one family there lived two elder brothers and one younger brother. Elder brothers always helped their parents - they washed the dishes, peeled potatoes, ironed the clothes, moved the furniture… But when you ask the younger one:

Move this armchair, please!
Or:

Peel those potatoes!
He would immediately hem and say:

- Duhh! For that I have my two elder brothers.
If they called him to eat, he first looked at his brothers, and then claimed:

- I guess, I will help.
When it happened that the younger brother got bullied by one of the kids, he never punched back.

- Duhh! For that I've got my two elder brothers.
Maybe that's why no one ever disagreed with him.

Time passed, and the elder brothers became even more elder. They grew up, got educated, had children, got a job.

But the younger brother did not advanced. He, as before, rode his bike, played soccer with his friends…

And when you stopped him on the street and ask him: “How much more? Are you ever going to grow up”, - he did not answer immediately

First he followed with his gaze, where a butterfly flew past.

Then itched his freckled nose.

Hit his ball several times.

And after that smiled and claimed:

- Duhh! For that I've got my two elder brothers.