My Robot
At New Year's Eve my aunt got me that robot,a monkey robot,almost lifelike.
The first few days we got along just fine.I put three batteries into the device and made it roam about the floor.I moved on my knees to follow the pace of my ,though lifeless,brother.We never got apart.I couldn't even allow others to touch it.
Things became unclear when my robot refused to work.Either through some overuse or certain inevitable clash,my "brother" began to wither and die.Tears stung my eyes.This time I know sometimes there's nothing one can do to save something that must die.