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The Other SonEvery day my Father waited for him, In hope he would come back, my dead brother. He once wished father was dead and demanded His Inheritance. And still Father waited. The day did come, too soon for me. My Father ran to meet him, hugged and kissed him before he could beg for Father’s mercy. he cried: “Father, I Have sinned against Heaven and You, I am no longer worthy To be called your son.” But father gave him Our family ring and a new robe and shoes. He threw a party for my wretched brother., But what did He do for His valiant son? I refused to entertain him, and my Father Plead with me. To my complaints he said: “Son, you are always with me and all I have is yours. But we must celebrate For your brother was dead- now he lives!” So now you see, father is quite mad. He must be so, to make himself a fool For my brother, that wretched scoundrel. So, I shall humor him. For a while. When he is dead, the inheritance is mine. And then brother shall pay for all his crimes. ---Andrea J. Graham
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