"Hebe"
I wish I knew what was going on in my brother's head, because sometimes Heitor completely loses focus and goes downhill. I gave him precise instructions. He was a small dog, just one. Then I came back from a wonderful trip and welcomed my children back with two dogs, and Clara's dog was almost as big as her. I wanted to send the dogs and the children back to his house.
Of course, he had a speech ready to respond when I called him furiously, questioning the two dogs. The worst part was that he convinced me. He always did. It had been like that since we were kids; I did whatever he wanted. However, my children were two little pests, and I knew it. They were two little pests who manipulated their uncle as they pleased, and I invariably felt manipulated in return, because after Heitor gave in to their wishes, he made me give in to his own desire to please his nephews.
I had no choice; I took the little brats back with two dogs. To my surprise, the little one is a whirlwind, messy a