I decided to go jogging on Saturday morning so I woke up early. Wearing yellow shorts and a white plain tshirt, I ran around the neighborhood of our condominium while playing music on my earphones.
I thought of inviting my brother but he looks so tired when I visited his room. He's sleepin so soundly and he's still wearing his long sleeves and slacks from work.
I feel sad because I know my brother's having a hard time at work and I couldn't do anything for him. He's been giving all his time and dedication to our company since our dad died. Thankfully, our cousins are there to help him. But I can't still stop worrying about him. I don't want him to abuse his self, I don't want him to get sick because of working too much. If only I can do something for him.
I heaved out a sigh. I looked u
