Seeing how he acts, I am calling him, brother. Thomas's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe that I said it. This boy in the cab is more a brother to me.

The thought seems to please him. He replied, "alright sister." I am happy to hear that. He is the closest thing to a brother that I wanted.

Thomas closed his mouth. I asked, "what is you name?"

"It's Harry Wayne. Call me Harry," he told. I am happy to hear. But I rather call, "brother, could you or Thomas bring me back home. I can't remember where."

Both of them agreed. The cab dropped us from where we got picked up. And then Thomas realized. "Oh no. I forgot. We could of asked where that boy got picked up from. It would be easier to return."

Brother got mad. "Geez, you think. Call the operator, genius," he ordered. And Thomas was taken aback. But he did call the operator. I guess he knows. Thomas exclaimed, "it is not to far from here."

He lead brother and I. I forgot the turns. But I saw home. I ran. Mother stood. She was surprised.