The story of two brothers.

There were two brothers, born together in the same home and cared for by the same father and mother. Like all siblings, as they grew up, they had different interests.

The first brother was dishonest, cruel, and blamed everyone. He loved being tough and strong, and often played violent games and acted as if he were "born in the hood." He loved to bully everyone he didn't like.

The second brother was, of course, different. He was soft, caring, and loved his family more than anyone else. He was scared often, and he was weaker in strength, but even then, he'd do anything in his power and heart to help his family.

Monday, they were put in the same school, and the first brother in the family would often bully the second brother and humiliate him in front of everyone. He loved picking on him, but the younger's heart cracked slightly. He clearly didn't want to be the laughing stock.

Tuesday, their parents left for work, and the elder brother would not only pick on him but also treat him as if he were nothing but junk and garbage. He even trashed the whole house and broke a few plates. When the parents came back, the younger would just stand there, next to his older brother, who was "weeping" in sorrow. They punished the younger one, and his heart broke even more.

Wednesday, the younger made a lemonade stand to earn money and help out his family. He had no customers at all, and the elder would throw insults and false beliefs, telling him that no one would ever buy from him. The younger got mad and left; his heart was slowly breaking. Crack after crack.

Thursday and Friday, they were learning at school, and the older brother decided to pick on him even more, bullying him constantly as others joined. This made the youngers's heart crack even more.

Saturday, the younger brother finally decided to stand up for himself, and he marched towards his elder brother, only to see him holding out his favorite toy, threatening to break it. The younger person tried everything to get it back, but he failed, and the older broke it on purpose. This was the final straw, as the younger went into the kitchen... not to stab him with it, but something far darker... His heart finally shattered into pieces.

Sunday, there was a funeral for the younger one, now dead, inside a coffin, pushing up daisies. Everyone was there, including his older brother, who was too guilty and ashamed of himself to torment his brother constantly, yet too scared to tell the truth. He grew up depressed, disappointed, and with guilt growing up with him, and he died with guilt standing next to the coffin. The others tell you, "You never know what you have until it's gone," but what the story tells you is that you don't know what you're doing until it is too late, and thus, you are doing actions blindly. The only person that you can control is yourself.

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is this a personal story

No. It's all fictional