short comic story

I'm tired of these fights
I was coming home from work, why do you think I'm late?!
That's not an excuse for being late!?
I don't feel well... In the event that I die, all I want is for you two to get along; like brothers.
I understand, mother. Alex and I will try to do what we can. For our own good...
Understood, mother...
Well then, how did our feud start?
I would assume that it is because since we were little we always lived in different tribes at school. Only so that in the end our personalities that we built since we were little clashed so much with each other.
It makes sense, but we still have to change it, not just for our mother. But for our good.

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