Morris was sitting on the floor in the living room surrounded by thousands of lego stones.

He was building a tower, looking very patient and endorsed.
Morris’ brother entered the room. He was 12.
„You little fucker. I’m gonna tell mum!„ his brother said.
„Why?„ Morris said, looking surprised.
His brother pointed at the lego stone: „That’s my lego stone and you know it.„
„This one? That’s mine, I won it playing marbles.„
„Just you wait!„

His brother hit the back of his head with the palm of his hand turned and ran into the kitchen. Morris sat watching the doorway. He could hear his brother shouting.

„Mum, mum, Morris nicked my stones, mum, mum…„

His mum came into living room, his brother was behind her.
„Morris, why did you take his stones? Just you give ‘em back, d’ya hear me?!„
„I didn’t. They’re mine.„ said shyly, still sitting amongst the pieces of lego.
„I’ll give you mine„ his mum said.

She slapped his head.
„Now come on, give him is bloody stones, and get off upstairs to bed.„
Morris ran for the door, his mother hit him on the way.
„And just you wait ’til your father gets home! He’ll give you what for you little shit!„ she shouted behind him.
Moon, please be there.

I wish dad could be my moon.

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