I was born on October 8, 1911. I was born with a mental and physical disability which was how my name came. I do not think my Brother was too fond of me either.
I was named William Armstrong , although a name like only belongs on a tombstone, and nobody would expect much from somebody with such name. Brother then gave me the nice name Doodle because of the weird movements I made that resembled a Doodle bug.
"Brother Brother don't leave me"
One day there was a storm that had passed and noticed a bird that was a red bird. I buried the bird by myself because every body else thought that it was stupid. It seemed that the bird had died from the storm.
"Doodle get up"
My Brother and I were starting to get along with each other like siblings were supposed to, we did lots more with each other brother attempted to teach me to walk and did not stop until I learned how to because Brother still didn't want an invalid brother. Everyone was so happy for me and things were going well.
One day a few weeks before my Birthday i managed to make Brother upset with me because it was Brother's desire that I needed to walk, run, jump and swim before school started. Due to my failure to perform these tasks brother was angry and left me. He must've forgotten i could not keep up with him because he left me as it started to rain.
I made Brother mad to the point where he pushed me to the limit where I could not keep up and I tried to harda d]and did too much trying to catch which resulted in me overexerting myself. By the time Brother came back it was too late.