Since, then and now I have the most memories with him than with anyone else from my family. The memories that I have of him are so detailed, I can remember even the little things. That is why in Brian Doyle’s essay “His Last Game,” I could understand what he meant when, “There’s so much to love, my brother added. All the little things.” When, Doyle mentions “All the little things” he means all the memories that he had with his brother, even the most funny, ridiculous memories. Furthermore, I could remember the little things with my abuelito. Like when it was New Years and I was playing outside, I tripped on the floor and scrapped my knee. My abuelito calm me from the pain and bandage my knee. Then he told me to keep playing but to be more
Since, then and now I have the most memories with him than with anyone else from my family. The memories that I have of him are so detailed, I can remember even the little things. That is why in Brian Doyle’s essay “His Last Game,” I could understand what he meant when, “There’s so much to love, my brother added. All the little things.” When, Doyle mentions “All the little things” he means all the memories that he had with his brother, even the most funny, ridiculous memories. Furthermore, I could remember the little things with my abuelito. Like when it was New Years and I was playing outside, I tripped on the floor and scrapped my knee. My abuelito calm me from the pain and bandage my knee. Then he told me to keep playing but to be more