Short Story Saturday

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"Your brother is crying, can you not see?"

Copious amount of tears roll down his chubby cheeks

"Are you going to say sorry to your brother?"

"No!"

Then I'm going to send you to stand at the wall.

He flings himself on the floor and screams at the top of his lungs.

"Then you have to get up, and say sorry."

She lifts him up and puts him by his crying brother.

"Go on, say sorry."

He stands there looking his mum in the eyes.

"Say sorry and give him a hug"

He looks at the floor.

"Come on..."

He takes 1 step. Then two. He rubs his brother arm.

"Sorry"

"Thank you, now give him a hug"

His brother opens his arms and he hugs him. The two boys then go over to their mum and hug her and give her kisses on the cheek.

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