The Scartlet Ibis

I was doing my last short journal assignment, and had to read this very sad sad sad story of two boys. Go read the Scartlet Ibis

..."I'm going to teach you to walk, Doodle," I said.
He was sitting comfortably on the soft grass, leaning back
against the pine. "Why?" he asked.
I hadn't expected such an answer. "So I won't have to haul you
around all the time."
"I can't walk, Brother," he said.
"Who says so?" I demanded.
"Mama, the doctor-everybody.
"Oh, you can walk," I said, and I took him by the arms and
stood him up. He collapsed onto the grass like a half-empty flour
sack. It was as if he had no bones in his little legs.
"Don't hurt me, Brother," he warned.
"Shut up. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to teach you to
walk." I heaved him up again, and again he collapsed.
This time he did not lift his face up out of the rubber grass. "I
just can't do it. Let's make honeysuckle wreaths."
"Oh yes you can, Doodle," I said. "All you got to do is try. Now
come on," and I hauled him up once more...



This story is very very touching, every brother in the world can relate to this, and be a better brother to your close one's.