The Mystery of the Appearing Pajama Shirt
My name is Gary Fraizer, and I am a fifteen year old sophomore in high school. I live with my family, which consist of my mom and dad, my two brothers, a cat, a dog. Looking from the outside, one would have the impression that my family is just ordinary and that may be true, except for my brother, who is, extraordinary.
When he was five he was diagnosed with a disease called Aspergers, but despite that, our parents think he is the best thing since sliced bread. He wakes up, at six am, dresses and leaves for school by seven, returns at four pm and then spend two hours finishing up his home-work. At six pm he feeds and walks the dog, at eight he applies acne treatment and at nine thirty, he showers to be in bed by ten pm. The amazing thing is, all this is accomplished without any prompting from our parents.
I, on the other hand, is the total opposite. I can barely drag myself out of bed in time to make it to school ten minutes late and at times even forgetting to properly groom. When I get home at four pm, I laze around the house, unless my dad begins to yell about my homework. Bedtime is delayed for as long as I can get away with it and it usually happens when I am so sleepy that I, barely have time enough, to discard my clothes in a hurry into a heap at the foot of the bed before diving shirtless, onto the bed. My entire day is based on its unpredictability as nothing is planned. However, the one thing I can always count on is that, I awake each morning to find myself donned in a pajama shirt. This mystery has been a source of much perplexity for me as I could not figure out how this could happen. Every member of my family denied doing the deed. My mom and dad ‘s attitude was that as long as I was in bed, they cared not whether I was clothed or naked. My younger brother could care less about my situation and the older, extraordinary brother simply said, “No shirt? Disgusting!” Despite my protests, the activity continued until after a while, I simply gave up.
I had a gut feeling that things were going to come to a head sooner or later and it was sooner, rather than later. One late night I awoke to find my arm being stuffed into a sleeve. I opened my eyes to find my extraordinary brother intent on clothing me. I was too sleepy to care at that moment so I grumbled in protest before falling back to sleep. The next morning I realized that he did not take my protest seriously. When I asked why, he replied that he did not know. What I do know is that my brother is extraordinary. Though I can never claim that I will ever understand him, I have to accept him. He thrives on his routines and now I know that before he wakes up at six am, he checks on his little brother and puts on his pajamas if he forgot to.
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