Brothers

At long last, the day has arrived — we are going camping by the sea. Dad packs the tent, the mattresses and the sleeping bags; Mum packs the food and the clothes. I pack a comic book, my cuddly toy, and my sandpit things. Juhan is packing something too. I’ve been looking forward to this trip for a very, very long time, but now it feels as though Juhan is going to ruin everything. I want to play a car game, but Juhan doesn’t. I’d love to throw stones — I’m really good at it — but Juhan would rather study them. Sometimes, though, Juhan can be quite nice. That’s when we count storks and the cyclists together, or put up the tent, or gather sticks for the campfire. Maybe it’s not the worst thing in the world to have a brother after all?