How I got my brotherLucinda’s version

I once was an only but happy child. I did everything by myself.

I dressed myself,

I played by myself

and always had fun.

I was as happy as I could be.

One day I wasn’t as happy anymore because there was someone else in my life. In fact I wasn’t sure having a stranger in MY house about.

I was wondering, ‘was he my brother?’ He looked like me!

Any way I’ll tell you what he did that interfered in my life. Every time I tried to get a photo taken of just me, he tried to get in the shot.

Whenever I ate something, he ate something and it was a bit odd.

I’ll tell you something else odd whenever I dressed up as a princess he dressed up as superman.

Whenever I had a bath, he had to have it with me. I guess he was kind of cute baby.

A couple of days later we were painting together and that got me thinking how much I actually like this little fella. It was fun to have someone else to do stuff with so I wasn’t always on my own.

I told mum and dad that I think that this guy should stick around because he’s fun and I love him. Then they said two things: first of all they said that “this guy has a name and his name is Jude.” And the second thing is “that he is your brother and he has to stay” – But you did know this though right!?

And of course I did know all of this but I was

just checking to make sure.

After that we were best buds and 1,000

years later I was glad that I had a brother

and I wouldn’t want life to be any other

way.

the end