“Are you okay with this?”
“About what?” I responded as I sat at my desk.
It was a chilly afternoon in December and I had just gotten home from school. I had no idea what my brother meant. Then I saw my recent math exam in his hand. At first Tomo wore a smile, then his countenance turned expressionless.
Why did he stop smiling? Is he disappointed? Why does he even care?
“Are you okay with this?” He asked again.
“Probably,” I replied quietly.
After a moment of silence, he flipped thru the pages of my exam once more then he emphatically slammed the test on my desk and said:
“Well, you shouldn't be.”
My irritation reached a fervor as I stood up to challenge him. Being only two years apart, we had competed at almost everything since childhood, be it Yu-Gi-Oh matches in our primary years to playing tennis and basketball matches in our adolescent years. Though he was older, I had a size advantage and possessed the aggressiveness that accompanies a younger sibling’s temperament.
