It was the 80s & met two new kids who moved in around the corner. The elder of the two was into BMX bikes like myself. He had a younger brother who always seemed out of sorts and angry.
We used to do bike jumps in this forest nearby. The younger brother had a bike but it was a piece of shit. I began to notice the older brother got whatever he wanted and the other seemed to get nothing.
My friends room had everything, toys, posters his own Atari. The younger brothers looked like a spare room. Bed & dresser nothing else.
I enquired about that & my friend said it was because he got in trouble all the time. So his parents didn’t buy him stuff. One time I slept over & noticed pictures of a little girl in the house.
I asked who it was & he told me it was his little sister who died to cancer. I remember feeling bad and thats when he informed me that younger brother wasn’t really his brother but adopted. Everything made sense then how they treated him like an outsider I felt bad. I told my parents and they said I couldn’t hang out with them anymore .
Time passed and one day while in my front yard noticed the younger brother coming.
It looked like he had a gun in his hands.
He walked up to show me Megatron which was the new big toy at the time everyone wanted. He let me check it out and informed me his “parents” offered him the new Megatron and go back to the orphanage/foster care or stay.
He opted to get Megatron and leave and was just coming to say good bye.
Essentially bribed a little kid with a toy to make him leave.
Then he waved one last to me I said cya and that was the last time I saw him.
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