My Little Brother & His Homework!

One day, father brought my little crying brother to me.  Yukimaru (his code name, lol) was 8, and he looks a lot like Bruce Lee . 

Because his learning is slow and poor he goes to extra classes , but today he doesn't want to go and so he cried . Dad brought him to me so I could help him with his homework .

Man... how am I gonna teach him, he doesn't seem someone who'd listen to any lectures .

I begin with unzipping his school bag... the zip was... gross . Even his back was kind of filthy . 

I took out the first book I got the hold of and I asked him what was his homework. He speaks little and soft... just like a girl . He does more pointing than speaking .


He pulled out a book... filthy too of course. He just points and just says 'this' and 'that' .


Fine, I got his book. Since he doesn't speak, I read the instruction myself .
I was too lazy at explaining, so I did his homework. His notebook... is filthy, too. His handwriting were anourmous and gigantic and very... untidy! I got it fine... I will write the way he writes... so I begin writing in his style as he suddenly said...


"Your handwriting are very untidy. Write better..."


"..."


"..."





The next thing I had to do was draw a table for filling words. I drew it kind of big when he took the ruler of me and measured the table I drew.


"Too big. I want 14cm."


"Shut up ! Your handwriting are like elephants! It won't fit in a small table!"


I told him what to fill the words. He purposely did a lot of mistakes so he can use my ... you know that  like a pen, there's white paint inside, used for erasing mistakes you write with pen . I don't know what it is called .


He really gets on me nerves , lol! In the end I did all of his job so I can finish things quickly... if I didn't do it... it would have never end !