Brotherly Love
25th December 2020
'Happy Christmas darling! I haven't seen you in so long now!' exclaimed my mum. 'I know, I know!' I replied, 'I should visit more, yes...''Well you must come in! You are the last one to get here'. She hurried me into the room adjacent to the hallway, where he was sitting. 'Hey, little bro' he mocked, as he sat with his arm around his wife. My brother Joe Yorke, Chelsea and England manager, had decided to come this year. He had won seven Premier League's in seven years, as well as six Champions League's, five FA Cup's and the European Championships in Turkey that summer. He was a nationwide celebrity. 'Hey' I grunted back.
The next three hours passed without too much going on, until the oven wouldn't start, and my mum therefore decided to cook our turkey on the barbecue on the patio outside. The usual chat about funny stories of nights out throughout the year and time in the past of my sister falling asleep into her food last year. And my brother kept speaking about his triumphs. God it made me sick just hear him speak.
Then he turned on me.
'So Max, how long has it been? What are you up to at the moment' he quizzed sarcastically. 'Well, I've been doing my studies at medical school: hopefully I will pass by the end of this year.' I replied quietly. 'Oh, well that sounds...fun, I suppose' he remarked, before laughing almost silently with his wife.
Suddenly, I snapped. 'My do you have to be such a d*** to me? You always belittle me! How can I ever do anything when you are always taking the p*** out of me?!'
And with that, I stormed out of the house.
