When my younger brother, Ibrahim, was a toddler, he used to call me dad (instead of Eyad) and we used to laugh about it. But as we grew up, 7 years apart, this joke started to become a reality. Ibrahim copied me in every possible way, and has an unshakable faith in me. For the longest time I considered him my best friend. I took care of him, taught him, and confided in him. I care about him so much that I don’t want to disappoint him. I know he is watching my every move, so I am watching my every move. I know he is copying every word I say, so I am careful with what I say. If I ignore my work, he ignores his and if I cut corners, he follows suit. I want to be proud of him so I need to be proud of me. Last summer, I asked my father if I could help around the office. He said he has “a project” for me. I had to scan some 1000 old charts into the new electronic system.
My sister's son is a student. he studies well at school. he doesn't get bad marks, as a rule. my sister usually helps him to do lessons. i haven't got a sister, but i have four brothers. two of them finished studying at university last year, and another two of them studying at school. this young woman is a engeneer. she works at a big factory. she has a lots work. every morning she takes her little son to kindergarden. klimov is an old worker. he hasn't grandson, but he has two granddaughters. one of them was born seven years ago, and another one was born last year.
Last summer, I asked my father if I could help around the office. He said he has “a project” for me. I had to scan some 1000 old charts into the new electronic system.