One day, I watched two boys outside. The elder one was about 7 years old and the younger one was about 3 years old. I thought they were (brother). The two kids were running after each other happily. Suddenly the younger kid fell down and he cried (loud). The elder one stopped running. He checked the little kid's legs first and then tried to help him stand up. The little kid continued (cry), but the elder didn't know how to help him. He touched the little kid's head with his small hands and didn't say a word. Then the little kid (stop) crying, because the little kid's mom came. His mother took him away, and he said goodbye to the elder boy. At that time I knew they were not brothers! I felt great (warm) in my heart. How friendly the elder boy was!
