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- I loved my brother. What brother wouldn't love his brother. But, my brother was destined to die since birth. At least that's what the doctor told us. My parents named him accordingly--William Armstrong. A name only good on a tombstone. But, my brother lived. I thought that when he got older, I'd have someone to play with, laugh with, have fun with. But, my mom told me that he wouldn't be able to do all those things. She told me he might not even be all there, that he'd be like this his whole life. And so, I found myself questioning what was the point in having a "brother" who can't do anything.
- I should kill him
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- I decided not to. The reason for this is because while I was contemplating smothering him, he smiled at me, and I saw that he was all there. I'm 6 years older than my brother. By the time he was 2, he learned to crawl. But, he could only crawl backwards. It reminded me of a doodlebug, so I named him Doodle. We were all tired of calling him William Armstrong anyways, it felt like we were talking to one of our ancestors. This was probably the kindest thing I ever did for Doodle.
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- My brother was talkative. Although he still couldn't walk, he wasn't idle. At some point my dad built him a go-cart. It wasn't long after I had to start taking Doodle with me wherever I go. I would try to escape him, or make it so he didn't want to go with me, but never succeeded. Eventually I just accepted we were stuck with each other, we're brothers after all. There were times though, when I was mean to Doodle. Not out of hatred, but from a twisted knot of love. When he turned 5, I began to feel ashamed that my brother couldn't walk, and decided to teach him myself.
- I'm going to teach you to walk, Doodle.
- I can't walk, Brother
- Who says so?
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