After the Spanish Flu had killed half of

After the Spanish Flu had killed half of the world's population, I figured I ought to take some time and write my will before I kicked the bucket. Who would I include?
My mother couldn't be on the list. She was killed by the infection. My father was a drunkie. He'd just sell anything I'd give him... But my brother was still alive and good. I'll
take care of him so nothing would take him away from me. He was my only family that I could actually talk to, and smile to. Even when he's mute. As a sister, I love him so much
because he knows how to listen. He never interrupts. I put him in a special wheelchair with straps when my parents are away. I know he likes it. Just because my brother's mute does
n't mean he doesn't like to have a little fun! I pushed my mute brother in his wheelchair up to the highest point of Breakneck Mountain. "Ready? Set? Gooooo!" I shoved him hard.
How did I know the wheel chair would swivel? I swept past my mute brother and flew over the cliff. I quickly grabbed a branch. "Get help!" I yelled. He smiled and rolled from view.
I knew that could only mean one of two things: my mute, wheelchair-bound brother was going for help, or he had vengefully left me here to die. Hanging for dear life, I knew
I could trust his heart. Using his electronic augmented communication device, he could wheel himself to the hospital and alert the paramedics. I only hoped that his battery
charges would be dropped so that he could get that good job with the government. You see, the battery charges weren't really his fault. He didn't mean to Taser that little boy.
He didn't mean to do most of the things he actually did. He was an ass...a liar...a thief...a loser in every respect of the word. But that didn't prohibit him from getting elected.

Started: 2013-10-12 17:36:21
Finished: 2014-02-22 19:40:53

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