DESMOND
"You don't have to pack my stuff, you know." I told Allison as I laid on my bed.
She shrugged. "Stop acting like a grown up now."
"But I am."
She smiled. "You're still my little brother." We glanced at each other and I smiled too.
Don't you remember? Ever since we were kids, I always packed your clothes for vacations." She said whilst arranging my shirts carefully into the luggage bag. "And I'll continue to do that as long as I'm here."
"Will you continue even when you're old and wrinkly." I teased and she chuckled.
"I'm sure my strength will still remain. It's you who should worry about yourself."
"I'm sure I'll be fine and kicking." I responded.
"That is if you're still able to see clearly or walk." She smirked and I smiled again. Then we went silent. She busied
