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826CHI Volunteer Photo Book: My World Project - Part 3: MY BROTHER AND MY DAD
MY BROTHER AND MY DAD, Photo and Caption by Raquel Miranda
My brother, Daniel, is Dad’s little shadow. When Dad is at work mopping floors or building fences, Daniel will sit very still until Dad notices him and asks for a nail or a glass of water or just some help. He’ll hammer the nails into the new wood of a house, but only when Dad is there watching, making sure Daniel doesn’t hit his thumb.
They have been like this as long as I can remember. As soon as Daniel learned to walk, he would follow Dad everywhere. Sometimes Daniel gets mad when our mom says he can’t help Dad cut the wood with his big electric saw.
One time, Daniel followed Dad up the attic stairs and crouched near the electric saw. His little fingers pushed and pulled the handle and the big roaring saw began to cut down through the air. Dad came rushing in when he heard the sound and quickly disconnected the cord. Fortunately he didn’t hurt himself. Mom found out what happened that evening. From then on, she has always tried to keep my brother away from electric devices. When I stand at the top of the stairs in the evening, I can hear the sound of hammering, the noise of the saw, and always the laughter of their voices mixed together.
My brother, Daniel, is Dad’s little shadow. When Dad is at work mopping floors or building fences, Daniel will sit very still until Dad notices him and asks for a nail or a glass of water or just some help. He’ll hammer the nails into the new wood of a house, but only when Dad is there watching, making sure Daniel doesn’t hit his thumb.
They have been like this as long as I can remember. As soon as Daniel learned to walk, he would follow Dad everywhere. Sometimes Daniel gets mad when our mom says he can’t help Dad cut the wood with his big electric saw.
One time, Daniel followed Dad up the attic stairs and crouched near the electric saw. His little fingers pushed and pulled the handle and the big roaring saw began to cut down through the air. Dad came rushing in when he heard the sound and quickly disconnected the cord. Fortunately he didn’t hurt himself. Mom found out what happened that evening. From then on, she has always tried to keep my brother away from electric devices. When I stand at the top of the stairs in the evening, I can hear the sound of hammering, the noise of the saw, and always the laughter of their voices mixed together.
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