The Day My Baby Brother Called 911 Over a Biscuit
It was supposed to be a calm Saturday morning. The kind where you just relax, maybe scroll your phone, and enjoy the peace. But peace packed its bags and left the moment my 5-year-old baby brother, Tobe, decided I was doing "wickedness."
Let me take you back.
My parents had gone to the market and left me to watch over Tobe. Now, Tobe is cute, cheeks like puff-puff, smile like butter but...