My Brother Antony I have got two brothers: Antony and Andrew. Antony is five and Andrew is a newborn baby. Antony is cute and smart. We often play together and go for a walk on weekends. Twice a month he visits his hairdresser. Antony likes this hairdresser and is sure that he cuts his hair well. If our mom is busy, It is me who bring Antony there. When I’m on my holidays I drop him off at the kindergarten, help him to take off his clothes. I also look at the kindergarten’s every day menu and tell Antony what will he eat during the day. We live on the fifth floor and there is no elevator in our building. Yesterday we went to play outside and when we came back home I was so on my last legs. Suddenly Antony told me that he lost his scarf somewhere on the stairs. I was very angry at Anton: if he gave it to me on the way home, it wouldn/t be lost. But the scarf needed to be found and I had to go downstairs to look for it. Fortunately, the scarf was on the first floor. I came back home and gave the scarf to Antony. At this moment I heard - «Thank you, Anya!». These words made me happy. He was so cute at that moment that I just couldn’t have mentioned. I love my brothers.