A Dream

A JT Story

Brothers

“Boys, get cleaned up for supper. Ellen, help me with the table,” the petite woman with black bobbed hair instructed her children.

Frank and JT edged each other at the sink, splashing water all over the floor.

“Hey, Frank, let me get some soap,” red curls touching his eyes, as JT scrunched them at his older brother, a whopping seven years old.