"Are you forgetting ?"
I stayed silent but I asked again.
"Tell me what happened?"
"Why are you so impatient my little brother? Why? You have to tell me first why are you so impatient to know so that I could know", he said while sipping his coffee and looking at me with his sly expression.
"When I'm asking you in a calm tone you should answer or….
I stopped.
"Or what? Are you going to hit me? Are you again going to slam me on the wall grabbing my neck until I die? Or are you going to keep saying harsh words to me just like you usually do? Tell me!! I'm waiting."
I clenched my fist.
Things are getting on my nerves still I couldn't argue. Somehow he is right. I don't know what he was about to say when I left home but if I would have listened back then or any time when he was trying to convince me I wouldn't have to hear these things from him.
"I'm asking something my little brother", he asked again.
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