I used to live in my own room alone. But one day it all changed when my brother Mike asked to share my1. At first, my parents said "no" to him, but at last my mother agreed. I cried and asked my parents not to do this, but it didn't work. As soon as Mike entered my room, it began to become 2. To my anger, he often left his unwashed clothes and toys everywhere! One evening, I was doing some homework on my computer while Mike was listening to music. However, I left my seat to get some water. A big surprise was waiting for me when I 3. He was using my computer to play games. I had forgotten to save the homework. Sadly, he had closed my program 4saving it—all I had done had disappeared! I 5him. He cried a lot as my mother came and 6 him a lesson. My mother also asked him to leave my room at once. Then I did my homework 7. At 10: 00 p.m.. I finished it. When I was going to turn off the computer, I saw the photo of my brother that he had put on my table. I looked at his lovely face and remembered how 8 he was when my mom beat him. I really felt sorry. I went to see what he was doing, I found he was sleeping in my parents' bed. I kissed his face. He woke up, got up and said. "I'm sorry. I won't 9 you any more trouble." I was as moved and said. "From now on, my room is not only mine. It is 10!"That very night, Mike and I shared not only the room, but the bed.
