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My little brother, Mirto, could hardly be more different from me. I was a pretty quiet child, while Mirto… Well, you know. He’s just a little ball of fire.
And I can’t blame him. Things have never been easy with our dad, and now, with mum’s withdrawal… I’m sure he’s dealing with a lot. I just wish I knew how to talk to him. Yanna keeps saying he’ll grow out of it – out of the anger and the attitude… but I worry she’s just told herself that so many times that she’s started believing it.
Anyway, being a young boy isn’t easy. I try to remember that every time he throws a tantrum.
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