Jamilton will help me out

Jamilton, my older brother, noticing how I look preoccupied, approaches me. At first I’m **** but I have nothing to worry about. My brother is trustworthy, he always tells me I need to go out and live.

I explain to him how I miss my friend and I’m afraid dad won’t let me go. He stops me and insists that he’ll drive me there once my parents go to bed.