Sitting in the park, I could see two1racing on their skateboards. The one in front was laughing and asking the other to go2.The one behind seemed angry and he was trying hard to follow his elder brother.
It made me think of myself as a boy. I was always3with my elder brother. He was better than me at everything. I tried hard to beat him but I never could. I told myself that one day I would do it—and I would feel 4.
Then came the evening of my first victory over George. We had our final exam results and 5were excellent. At dinner I wanted to show them proudly to my6,but I waited for my brother to speak first.7 , he didn't say a word. He didn't look at us. He just 8a little bit and then went to his room.
Then an idea hit me. George had failed his exams! I was better than George! But I didn't feel happy or proud. I only felt sorry for my poor brother.9was not sweet.
I found George in his room, crying silently. I put my arms around him and said:"Don't worry. I still believe in you. You are the best." He put his arms around me."No, you're the best. The best brother in the world!"
I looked again at the boys and smiled to myself. Yes, they are competing now, but they will10：having a brother is better than winning a race.
