A Fruit Bowl For Everyone..

There were two brothers in San Diego. One brother was a good planter as he was told. He received his parent’s sense of approval although they did not express it openly in the event that the other brother, less willing to take instruction, would become jealous. The brothers were fed with equal portions. By the time they were eighteen, the father asked them to participate in the family barbecue. The brother who used to paint as the good planter actually cooked an excellent lamb brisket with mint sauces. The parents loved it and, in fact, it was the mother’s suggestion. She knew the father loved smoked lamb with mint, garlic and plum sauces. The other brother never sought any suggestions or instruction from either parent and did his own thing with some rib tips and green chinese vegetables. Everybody ate what both brothers prepared because it was good enough to be eaten by anyone on a date with a good watch on but there was a perceived sense of additional approval for the brother who planted as he was told. Sometimes his seed was stolen or created from the sweat of the beans genetically. It was because he sought instruction on what the parents or at least what the mother wanted. The rib tip brother was angry since he bought the same rib tips cooked by an angry chef on TV with a funny European accent. He was sure to be accepted, he thought, and he was certainly accepted for his work but he was found moping. His mother inquired as to the issue or matter and she said, “ Never mind. If you asked what we wanted, we would have told you and there is hope for the barbecue next week. I love you just as much as your brother. Good luck and good night.” The rib tip brother was not satisfied and went to sabotage his planting brother’s old Nintendo game cube and left him with a horrible slippery taste (like the movies)in his yogurt with “something rotten in the state of Denmark.” His mother asked, “ Where is your brother?” He said, “..you know I am your Son’s keeper.” She said, “ That is the right answer. I just finished reading 50 Songs written by the Monkeys. Make sure you ask what we might like for the barbecue and don’t be so hard on yourself as your lack of self-forgiveness and self-loathing will not have the better of you. You can read my 50 songs later. There was always, and still is, a fruit bowl on the table for everyone.” The rib tip brother said “..thanks mom!" and confirmed that he would make a lobster and shrimp dinner next time in keeping with his mother’s request; since all things are made good. He felt really loved just for asking and touched by her gracious handling of his infertile emotions. In a few years, the rib tip brother went away and spent his father’s assets associate with the the family home. He was the youngest brother and hung out with too many women who wanted to use him for his money. He was 5’ 7” tall. He was found hanging out with some piggish women(they kept sticking their tongues out as if they did not know the tongue was for a nice disposition in conversation)and their backup dudes in a bar when his father disavowed him and denied any knowledge of his presence in that lonely place. He called home and his father said,”…It is not so easy to be patient but it is easy to be angry; why so angry? Come home and have a good fertile and settled life with one nice woman who is a cashier at my cash and grab store.” The son agreed since he realised that you can have many play-stations but each system plays the same game. You might as well be thankful and work with one who is thoroughly and well updated with the current system programming, structured for consistency, good responses and treats the game player as the game wishes to be treated with the new interactive features; so personal. His favourite game was Leviathan( 10 rules of communal living anniversary edition with the magna carta extension pak) He went home and the planter brother was a bit upset since he always did as he was told and had his parent’s approval. Why be nice to this angry boy who was never thankful for the fruit bowl on the table. It took time to purchase that fruit and to wash it. His father explained that there was not any need for the planting son to be jealous since the father would treat them with the same hug of ownership if they went off the farm or family game reservation; offering a nice local lady for some kinship should they choose to accept. The father promised to be precise with the offers should any such endeavour arise. They were both joint heirs in their father's house with no need for competitiveness. The difficulty is that the rib tip brother failed to believe that the father had any special reason or instruction for him to be around. He sought that sense of purpose he witnessed in others while rejecting any thought or quest to find his own but his father would have told him if he asked. The rib tip brother felt his own self-rejection(with the temptation to kill, steal and destroy) and inquired accordingly. He was a joint heir as his father said. There was no need to doubt it. Why did they not understand? The local girls liked his or their taste in food anyway; sweet and sour or salt, pepper and garlic. They both played professional soccer well. With this explanation, everyone in the town decided to be friends that stick closer than a brother.