I’ll never forget the first time I saw my little brother.
I was nine years old at the time. It happened in summer. I was staying with my grandparents in their house. Before I met my brother I bought many things for him with my money, because my grandmother was giving me money every week to buy clothes, toys or books( because I love reading ).
My father called me and he told me my brother was born.
At this moment I felt very happy and excited because I had always wanted a little brother or sister, someone to play with me.
Afterwards, I went to see my new brother in hospital, and I felt very suprised and proud ( when I was with my friends in my house I always showed them my brother) when I saw a little baby, he was very little and cute. But my mother and my brother had to stay in the hospital, so I returned to my grandparents’ house and I had lunch with my family.
Now, he is six years old, and he is a little shy, calm, impatient,intelligent, funny and he loves football,maths and the Braga football team. He is going to the second grade in september
Although there is a big age gap between me and my brother and We don’t always understand each other, I love him very much and I always take care of him.