My Step Brother: A Personal Narrative Of My Life

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This summer, I went to Georgia to be with my step mom and siblings. Starting about two years ago, I go up there every summer and usually during christmas and spring break. It was not until this year that I met my step brother’s friend, Robert. We sometimes went to his neighborhood to play basketball or walk around, but the last trip we took to his house was the most memorable trips I ever took in my life. My step brother Dontae, my step sister Tiana, my little brother Hakeem, our friend Jj, and I, all went to Robert’s house to play basketball one day. Everyone except Dontae went ahead to the court; he said he would catch up with us later. When we arrived, we waited ten minutes for him. He never showed so we decided to start our game.

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