SECRET REPORT I’ve been looking for my little brother the w..

SECRET REPORT I’ve been looking for my little brother the whole day cause our father wanna videocall us both this evening… Called and searched for him but nothing. Whare the heck did he went? You have to know that my little brother is little indeed! I mean, not only younger but he’s truly minuscle. Yeah, like a bug! I do care for him, really! Despite his pathetic size that make all our interactions a bit odd, he’s always my bro. But… you know… He’s so small and, differently from him, i got a life! Stuff to do, friends to m e e t, normal things. So i can’t be after him the whole time. Yeah yeah, i know that at such a size he can’t do nothing by himself and can’t fend for himself but i take care of him… well, usually. Our father often spend whole weeks away due to his job, so i have to take care of everything myself. It’s kind of unfair and annoying... I admit it may happened i got busy with stuff and i forgot to feed him, allright! But i swear it never happened for more then 3 days consecutively! Come on, he won’t starve to death just for a few meals missing… And he could put some efforts too about remind me or however find some crumbs or drops of water left on the floor here and there. There should be some around i guess, isn’t it? Anyway… i sat down to check if it was time to change my socks, cause i think i have the same ones on since two days… or maybe three… can’t really recall. It was then, by pure coincidence that i find out where my little bro was and probably has been there since who knows how long. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You little idiot! How many times i told you to watch out for my steps?! Look what happened now! Are you happy now that you've been crushed?” was all i could bark at him out of worries and panic while staring at his tiny broken body under my sole. His little corpse was so flattened and broken that almost seemed like a creepy pattern of my sock. But i knew it wasn’t… the sock had even absorbed his juices, mixing them with dirt and my foot sweat. Jeez it was such a patethic sight, i couldn’t think of a lower way to go… I remained there staring at his crushed tiny body for awhile. I felt sorry, sad and guilty for this, cause i know i constantly told him he had to watch my steps but deep inside i also knew i was simply demanding too much out of him. Let’s be honest, how could i expect from such a minuscule creature to dodge my size 14s? I should always have known that he couldn't but it probably was just a way to get rid of an extra responsibility. However, even if i feel kind of mean to confess it, i have to admit that in the back of my mind i also felt so big and powerful realising i just crushed my little brother under my foot like a bug… Like i was a superior creature, a god able to end him under the lowest part of my body with such a common gesture, a step. A part of me felt justifyed about this accident cause ok, i should had been more careful when walking around but it’s not my fault if he’s so small. It was for sure also his fault for being in the wrong spot in the wrong moment. Yes, the foot that ended his tiny helpless life is mine but… it’s pointless to say who’s gulty now. Won’t change the fact that he’s crushed and gone now and nothing will change that. What i truly have to think of right now is how or what to tell to dad when he’ll call! I can’t just go with “Hey dad, i’m sorry but today i crushed my brother… how was your day anyway?” he’ll be mad at me and go crazy. No! I think i’ll just say i’ve been looking for him everywhere but can’t find him… it could be a spider or a mouse took him, or something. It will never be known… He will be simply missing. But one thing is sure, this socks are for sure to be washed now!