The big softie and the little con artist
My brother Larry has had an unusually soft heart all his life. He is only 17 months older than I, but always has been protective and generous to me. I learned to exploit this valuable resource very early according to my Mom. We were often given treats, and they were always carefully in equal amounts for each of us. I was a greedy little girl, and ate mine down very quickly; I would then turn sad eyes on my brother, who was slowly savoring his snack. It worked every time. Larry would look at me, look away, look back, and just couldn't stand it. He would carefully break whatever he had in half and offer it to me. I, of course, selfishly took advantage of this benefit and ate every bit of mine and half of his. Larry hasn't changed in all these years, he still has a loving and giving heart, that's why we all love him, especially me.