After mom had left I took over the cooking and cleaning and doing the laundry, and I always tried to make sure that everything was in order for Josh to do the things he needed. And so I took care of him whenever he needed it. Many people respected him, but I thought the world of him for doing so. Atġ8 he had single handedly taken responsibility for everything dad needed done around the ranch, and I respected him greatly for having done it. Had it been anyone else I would have bitched at them, but Josh was different. His bed was next to mine, but in his drunken state he had mistaken my bed for his. A moment later I felt him fall onto my bed and curl up under the sheets. “Yeah, yeah I’m ok.” He returned as he stumbled into the room.
Tonight he obviously had a few more than normal, as his figure was slumped against the doorframe as his eyes adjusted to the dark. My younger brother, Josh had taken to hanging out with a cooler crowd this year and they spent several nights a week drinking out at a bonfire out at the ranch. I awoke to the sound of Josh standing in the doorway. Note : This story is completely fictional!
