A personal narrative story

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Fighting for a toy

My brother and I are good siblings, we share everything growing up, form toys to clothes to friends.
We are best friends, but sometimes we fight like cats and dogs!

One sunny afternoon, I was playing with toy story dolls set in the living room when my brother
stormed in

“Hey, that’s my favourite toy” he yelled.

“No, it’s not! I got it for my birthday! I retorted.

“yes, it is! Mom got it for me last summer!” he argued.

I rolled my eyes, “fine, take it. I don’t even like playing with dolls anymore.”

My brother snatched the doll and stormed back his room, but I sighed and continued playing with my
other toys.

Later that day, while I was playing outside, I accidentally broke my brother’s remote-controlled car.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break it.” I pleaded.

“you always ruin everything!” he yelled.

I felt hurt that time. I apologized and said “I’ll help you fix it.” He replied rudely, “I don’t want your help!
Just leave me alone. He, then, stormed off and left me alone.
I was frustrated and felt down for what has happened. As the day went on, the tension between me and
my brother grew worse. We argued over who got to choose what to watch on TV, who got to sit in the
front seat of the car, and even who got to choose what to have for dinner.

Finally, our mom had enough of our bickering. “That’s it! I’ve had enough of you two fighting all
day.” “your both going to sit down and talk things out”, she declared. My brother and I reluctantly sat
down at the kitchen table.

“I don’t know why we’ve been fighting so much today,” I admitted. “I miss having fun with you”. My
brother sighed, “I miss having fun with you, too.” “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier”. I apologized for
breaking his car. We hugged and made up, realizing that our friendship was more important than any silly
arguments. we spent the rest of the day playing together and having fun, just like old time.

The End