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My brother’s tie.
Every single morning my brother chooses a tie. He goes to work with a constant intensity, ever since he found work in this dense city. Since before he graduated he earned a part time job, under constant pressure from both school and office. He wore a suit that made him look cool, and as soon as he go the fuel, he went to work with a grin on his face and spirit held high. He always had conflict with school authorities but once he graduated he felt like flying in the sky. He got hold on his priorities as work came all the time and it was a steep hill to climb. He still finds support in the family even though our parents live in a different town. Still he always finds help when he’s down, as I’ll always be around. And even he goes though days storming, he still chooses a tie every single morning.

My brother has at least 50 ties in his closet. Every day he wears a different one of a distinct color, from the darkest to the oddest patterns. Every single one tells a different story, but for him all of them matters. Some’s bought at graduations and weddings, each talking of all his blessings. His grey tie was a gift from my grandfather, a perfect mixture of black and white, which carries my grandfather’s honor and might. The golden tie comes from my father, a tie so gold that shines, he uses it many times, whenever he wishes to carry my father’s heart and pride. His green tie, which happens to be my favorite, was a gift from my mother. It has the same color as her eyes, a tone of green that is shaded but cheerful, a color that energize. Every day he comes out of the house with the same ties, every single one tells a different story.