A teenager here

The office packed up the children's patchwork, there were semi-finished products, more parts.

How hot it was outside, how comfortable it was at home, the two little ones no longer had TV phones, this one his, that one his, and soon there was a patch on the floor.

The ten-year-old brother was fully engaged, and he knew what the giant ship had to do afterwards: there were sails on it, sailors, anti-aircraft guns and a command tower, and he was just reliving it but a little excited. However, the six-year-old brother felt that a large half-finished model belonged to him, but was decisively rejected by the engrossed brother, who ran away and stood, shouting "That's mine...".

Mom was leaning on the couch, I went behind my brother and asked my brother to come over, but I refused, just shouted and cried, it was already pear blossoms with rain, my mother just laughed, but my brother ran over and leaned over, still shouting "My...".

Most of the time, the younger brother is behind the brother who plays the game, and his head is resting on the shoulder of the older brother, a loyal little follower.

It felt like it hadn't been such a conflict in a long time, between the two teenagers.

Turning around, he took a pillow for his mother, and when he realized it, he found that she had a shiny white hair on her head.

Turning around, I was a little overwhelmed...