Art of Democracy
Shortly before Thanksgiving, my brother finally broke the vestiges of a family bond.
My father had lost patience with my brother, who's current sole purpose in life is to hang out with friends and stay in our house. He doesn't have a job, nor does he go to school. The car he has been given was to be used solely for the purpose of work and school, and it broke down under the weight of my brother's full-load of friends. Upon hearing this reason, my father argued to my brother about how little he does around the house or even in life, of course he did this subtley and his words fell on deaf ears. My brother, irritated and annoyed, ignored what my dad said and retorted with "why are you getting mad," as if he had ignored the problems growing in our family. Eventually, my father consented to allow my brother my mother's car for only the night.
They had another argument when my brother returned home, but I was unable to find out the conclusion to their debate.
It is unfortunate that we only have these two views with which to span from, bringing our diversity to a rather meager sum and spouting many conflicts as thus.
Monday, November 26, 2007
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