Keep Asking The Same My brother is clever and lovely. We are very good friends. One day, we were fighting in the sitting room. Suddenly, I broke a glass bottle. It was one of my father’s ancient collections. Because of the lound sound, My mum came, looking at the broken glass bottle, asking who did this. I answered without thinking, ‘ He.’ Then, my brother got a big punishment. He was asked to clean the whole sitting room. My brother felt very angry with me. For the whole day, he did not talk to me at all. I felt very sorry to him. The next day, I told mum that I did it. Then, I was asked to clean the whole house. While I was busy cleaning the whole house, my brother came. He asked me why to clean the whole house and I told him I told mum the truth and got a punishment. Ten minutes later, he came again. I was just busy sweeping the floor when he asked me the same question. Though a little confused this time, I gave him the same answer. Half an hour later, he came again and asked exactly the same question. This time, I lost temper, ‘I told you last time, and the time before last time!’ I shouted, ‘I told mum the truth, and got a punishment!’ ‘I know.’ He answered, ‘But I love to hear you say it.’