Dexter was ten years older than me and had a difficult life.
Since our dad became depressed, our family business had declined.
Dexter excelled in his studies and skipped grades. By the time he was twenty, he had already graduated from college and started working at the company.
Fresh out of college, he became the CEO of the Bell Corporation.
He worked very hard, and I respected him for that.
When he attended social events and came back late, I would make him sobering soup and leave it on the table.
In the morning, I would wake up early to make him oatmeal.
When he rubbed his tired eyes, I used the pocket money I had saved for a month to replace the dazzling desk lamp on his desk. I also placed eye drops and vitamins on his table.
