TWIN BROTHER

Hello, my name is Greg. I live with my happy family with brad, my twin brother, Tom, my father, and fiona, my beloved mother. Me and Brad are eight years old. We lived happily together in a house in the countryside. There aren't many houses in the countryside. Also, people in rural areas rarely leave their homes to do so. Therefore, a big village that should be full of people, became a playground for Brad and me.

Nature Tours are the best. Brad and I have so many different places to go. Like a waterfall so high, a river so wide and clear, and the tall trees, where brad and I had our treehouse. Yes, that tree house was our favorite playground. Because the tree house itself was made by our father when we were seven years old. But there's one place we hate, it is the Paddington's grave. The grave is next to the falls. And it was a terrible grave. Because not a single bulb was installed in the area of the cemetery. Since our father made those tree house, we have been in the tree house more often than we have been in the house ourselves. We beautifully decorated our tree house, and we filled it with a variety of our favorite items and toys.

But once, as we were playing in our tree house, my mother suddenly called brad into the house, yelling at him. I accidentally went into the house myself. Because brad and I know perfectly well that our mother's babbling is horrific. As soon as we got home, we all gathered in the living room, and mother began to cry. Before long, our father arrived home, confused as we were. Then dad asked brad what behavior brad had done that made her cry. At last my mother scolded brad and ordered him not to come to our tree house. Brad was confused and asked mom why.

Eventually father spoke up and invited the family to a place he did not name. When we got there, it turned out that this is Paddington's grave. The place brad and I were so afraid of. Brad and I were wondering if we were taken to this grave, too. Our family is the entrance to the grave. When we reached our destination, there was no room for crying, and only my father could make a sound. Then father explained to brad that the grave before us was my grave. Father described the dark tragedy that happened to me in the tree house at the time. Finally brad burst into tears and hug tightly our dad.

Five days went, my family moved to the city, because my dad got a job there. Before moving on, brad snuck into our tree house to say good-bye for the last time. Then brad left saying "goodbye brother. I finally got away from you”. That day became the saddest day of my life. Because in the end there was no one to play with.

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