my younger brother in the family
A definite generation gap has existed between my father and my younger brother, Tom, since my brother’s thirteenth birthday.
For example, my father has simply not been able to understand why Tom can sit for hours, his eyes closed, listening through headphones to hard rock music.
And Tom has stalked out of the room whenever my father has turned on the radio to one of his favorite melodious love songs. Also, since the day, Tom became a teenager, he and my father have had a continual squabble about the chores.
Last year, when my father asked Tom to mow the lawn or clean up the motorbikes, Tom usually did the chores without complaining.
Now, at the mere mention of the word “lawn”, he disappears. Moreover, for the last six months, Tom has refused to eat anything but bread and milk for breakfast while my father has scowled uncomprehendingly, eating his traditional bacon and eggs.
Indeed, almost every word or action that has passed between Tom and my father lately has widened the gap of understanding between them.