Friction

Father has confiscated my

brother’s phone.

There is a scene.

My brother is like a stampeding

elephant, good for him.

I think it was really heavy-handed.

I don’t imagine Father can comprehend

the glowering hate in my brother’s eyes.

I have given him my old mobile.

There will be trouble.

Father will think again,

how he can waltz in here

and dictate.

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