siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
My brother’s nickname and the story behind it
My oldest brother and best friend, Benadykt, was adopted. He had lived in Mongolia four years before we had for him. I’m writing this today in honor of his gotcha day(with his permission, of course). This story is the one of how he got is infamous nickname that his kahoot name for the rest of his life. Have you ever heard of the game Dutch blitz? If you haven’t, it’s a fast paced card game, that if I do say so myself, I excelled at. I never lost a game. It was so bad to the point we had to make a deal. If I wanted to play, getting half my points would be considered winning for the other side. So one late Friday night, my parents and much older sisters were watching Jurassic park in the living room, and me and Benadykt we forced to hide out in the back room until it was finished. Back then, we were terrified that even hearing the smallest sound from the movie would give us nightmares for the rest of our lives. That was a very long movie, and in about an hour or so, we had exhausted all the games we owned already. So I used one of my many talents to wheedle Benadykt to play Dutch Blitz with me. We played a few rounds with the rule I had stated above, and I beat him every time. I could sense he was starting to get tired, but I managed to convey him into one more game. Now, around this time the ninth fast and furious was coming out. We were all interested in seeing it, because we were finally old enough too. We had watched the trailer a million times in the mall. At one point in the trailer, the main villain, stands proudly in front of the screen and says, “I’m like black Superman!”
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