My story would be about my brother, Vince,5. Nowadays, more children are matured and my brother is one of them. Whenever I come home after school, he will come to me and will ask me if I had just eaten. It is very touching for me. Then, he knows how to prepare me foods. He will get me rice on a plate with the other grains of rice fallen on the floor. Imagine how messy it would be but you won't pay attention with the mistake because you are overflowed with joy. He is also good at school and actually, he always get 4 stars a day and he counts.. 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10..1..12..3..6..4..7... Whenever I hear him count I laugh. Then he will look at me and will ask me, "Ate, mali ba?" , it is very rare for a child to ask if they are wrong but my brother does.
You can spend a day with Vince without even getting bored. But vince has one problem... his toothache. This toothache changes Vince from being a jolly to cry baby. I will let him gargle with warm water and will brush his teeth but the pain comes back.
One day, I just got home from school and he was crying of toothache again. Actually, he cried harder when he saw me. i came near him and I saw plastic candy wraos beside him. I scolded Vince and in the middle of my scolding, he totally FARTED loudly. Shocked, and I laughed and he was also laughing and seemed like the pain was gone, and finally he whispered, "Ate, hindi na masakit" .