Why I Love My Brother

This story is fiction and yet non-fiction. Stuff like this DOES happen in this world, but I am not writing this about a real person. I got the first names off the internet and made up the last names. This story is about an eight-year-old girl and her fifteen-year-old brother who are abused by their drunken parents... Hope you enjoy!

My name is Aléa Buzzhari. I am eight years old. My mother's name is Aléanna Buzzhari, and my father's name is Akhavya Harulo. My mother is forty-two and my father is forty-three. I have an older brother named Aitan Buzzhari. Aitan is fifteen years old. I was born in the town of Nahariyya, Israel. We recently moved to Canada in search of freedom. We live in a small, suburban town in Saskatchewan, called Prince Albert.

My brother and I get made fun of in our new school because of our nationality. Aitan says that happens all over the world, but I don't believe him. This is our story.

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