it has been weeks since she last had a grab of her car keys. it was understood that she lost it. even the whole family said nothing about the keys. no one knew where the keys were.
although the car was being borrowed by her uncle, she still worried, where the keys were.
until last night, her uncle came to return the car. she was happy her car was back, but where were the keys?
and then she slept. it was raining heavily. it was dark. she couldnt sleep.
someone knocked on her door and it was her eldest brother. he told her to come out. it seemed like he wanted to talk cause he looked serious.
he said, "you know, i have never got physical with all my siblings, right? i never wanted to. but you see, i just slapped your younger brother. i slapped him three times and the third time i did, there was blood. i wanted to crash him really, but when i saw him cried, i knew i had to stop. wanna know why? remember the lost keys? it was with him all along. your younger brother has it. he was the one who took it away. it broke my heart to know it was him, but it just made me even angrier when i saw your car was not around while i was looking down from my room. i knew it was him who drove the car. and obviously he had the keys. that was when i called him, asked him to come back and then slapped him. i really got lost control dear. lets keep this between us and not tell our parents. it would have been worse if they knew. our mother is sick. we all know that. we dont wanna get the worst to happen."
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