When I was 7 years old, my mother adopted my childhood best friend whose parents had died in a car accident (in which he was the only survivor). He was injured and now paraplegic. I wasn't really thrilled about me becoming his brother because on the very day of his arrival, I yelled at my mother: "I don't want him as a brother! Why did you adopt him?!" But when I turned around, he was behind me, in tears. Since that day, he have constantly made himself as small and useful as possible so as not to cause us any problems. I'm now in my final year of high school, and for the first time, I'm in the same class as him. When I come inside, I see him surrounded by two men asking him to go fetch their breakfast. He gets up to go buy them when he bumps into me.