My brother is nice.
He is really good at math.
He is very smart.
When my dad cannot help me with my math homework, Jacob always can.
I don’t think a lot of his games are fair because he always wins.
Yes, it is his fault if he is good at playing games – if he wants me to keep playing with him.
This one time, when we were playing “Island Chess,” there was this one piece that could not move.
It’s called the bishop.
I didn’t think it was fair that it couldn’t move on land, only water.
I wanted it to be able to move on both.
Jacob made up a “that’s not fair” rule because I said it was not fair.
How was that fair?
I like playing with Jacob and he is a good brother.
But he is not always easy to play with.
We talk about what he wants to talk about most of the time.
He is funny, but sometimes, I just don’t get what he is talking about.
He’s my brother though, so I will always want to be with him.
I miss him when he goes away.
I don’t want to play with anyone else – definitely not my sister!