brother

A brother,_ she said, her voice soft.The baby started to cry, a weak, garbled sound that worried the nurse. Lada__ scowl deepened. She slapped a dimpled hand over his mouth. The nurse pulled him away quickly, and Lada looked up, face contorted in rage.__ine!_ she shouted.It was her first word.The nurse laughed, shocked, and lowered the baby once more. Lada glared at him until he stopped crying. Then, apparently satisfied, she toddled out of the room.

i miss my brother likethe sea would miss saltif that were taken away.

Dear Matt, We finally made it to California, and it__ just like you told me. I feel you here with us _ I think Frankie does, too._ How dare you write about me in here! How dare you write to my brother! You think just because you fooled around a few times he cared about you? You think he wouldn__ have ditched you the second he found some new girl at Cornell? Get over yourself!

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

He felt like a brother of mine, but not at all like my actual brother. He seemed like someone I'd always know even if I never saw him again.

FRIENDOnly when you have walked with me through the valley of hardship...When you have fought beside me against an evil foe...When you have cried with me through a painful heartache...When you have laughed with me at life joyous moments...When you have held my hand in silent sorrow at my loss...When you have trusted me in spite of your doubts,,,When you have believed in me when I lacked confidence to believe in my self...When you have defended my honor against lying tongues...When you have prayed for me when I was temped to go wrong...When you have stood with me as others walked away...Then and only then can you call me friend. For then you truly know ME. Then you will have paid the price of sisterhood/brotherhood. Then you will have forged a bond that will transcend time and live beyond life. Then you will truly be called a FRIEND who sticks closer than a brother...© 2013 From the book Meditations From my Garden by Stella Payton

If you can__ fire your best friend or your brother, don__ hire them.

If Gerry were dying of thirst and spotted Alex two feet from a well, he still would not think he required his younger brother's help. It simply would never occur to him that Alex might be able to provide it.

Work smart, not hard

In your name, the family name is at last because it's the family name that lasts.

In united families, they might sleep with half filled stomach but no one sleeps with empty stomach.

You can take the Indian out of the family, but you cannot take the family out of the Indian.

Some of us can live without a society but not without a family.

Day had fucked up big time. This was all his fault, all because he couldn__ keep his nosy ass out of other peoples private business. Day rushed to God__ side.____l help you ba__ Day didn__ know how, but God had found enough strength after that beating to push him so hard that he flew into the dresser, knocking it and all of the items that were on top of it to the floor, including the television. Day rolled a few feet, the dresser just missing falling on top of him.__ash, what the fuck!_ Day cursed.He rolled to his side and winced at the sharp pain in his ribs from coming into contact with the dresser.__ was trying to help you get into bed.___et the fuck out, Leo._ God__ face was an unyielding mask. For the first time in four long years, Day couldn__ read what the hell was going through God__ mind.Day stood slowly. __od, I only called him because I needed to go____t doesn__ matter why you did it! You had no right! You have no clue what you just did!_ God yelled. __ow get out!___ashel, please. Just hear me out,_ Day pleaded. His eyes begged for God to see the sincerity in them. He really didn__ mean for any of this to happen. __aby, I swear. I didn__ know any of this was happening between you and your family. You should__e told me. Why was he calling you a murderer?__o matter what, Day couldn__ turn off his detective side.Day watched God squeeze his eyes shut. He went down on one knee and clutched his chest when the hard coughing started again. God__ eyes were full of water and pain. Day timidly eased over to God__ side but God cut his eyes at him, daring him to come any closer.Day had to fight the moisture in his own eyes. __ just want to help you into bed.___ay, if you don__ get the fuck out of my house, I__ going to show you why he called me a murderer,_ God said through clenched teeth.Day couldn__ stop the gasp that escaped his lips, or the pain that radiated through his chest, as if his rib cage had been torn open and his heart ripped out and thrown underneath the bed. Day kept his eyes on God as he knelt to pick up the dresser, then the television. God watched him as well. Day didn__ say anything as the rogue tear fell down his face without his permission. Day went around to the opposite side of the bed and pulled a pen and piece of scrap paper from the drawer, still watching God carefully. He really didn__ like the look on his best friend__ face. He__ seen the look before, but he__ never had it leveled on him. Day scribbled a couple of phone numbers on the paper.

Run, Torak! The bear...is...possessed...

What are you doing?" my mom asked. One side of her mouth curled up."I'm trying to move that cup."My parents laughed. I concentrated on the coffee cup, but it didn't budge."I guess I'll have to work on this telekinesis thing. It'll come in handy when Ben is hogging the TV remote and forcing me to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for the fifty-millionth time.

Lorcan rubbed his head. __m I asking too much to want the little bitch dead? Am I?_ It seemed Hefaidd-Hen learned long ago not to answer certain questions. __ll I want is for her to suffer a painful, horrifying death. And for her head to be on a spike in front of my castle. That__ all I want.

When silence greeted her question, she looked at Caine__or that was how he saw himself in that moment and in all the moments after: his brother__ murderer.