My sugar brother: Un hermano que resuelve - [Esp/Eng]

Hola a todos, bienvenidos a mi blog.
Parte de los beneficios de ser hijo de padres divorciados son los pequeños obsequios que cada padre regala a sus hijos para mantenerlos felices. Yo, claramente no gozo de estos beneficios, pero mi hermano menor si. Así que en este post chisme-documental, veremos la soberbia de un niño de 11 años que se siente lleno de poder y dinero por que le comprará chucherías a su hermano "proletario chimbo".

El suceso ocurrió durante la tarde de este domingo. Yo participaba en un torneo de ajedrez, y al salir, mi hermano, el cual a partir de aquí denominaremos como "sugar brother" (o títulos honoríficos afines) comentó haber recibido una "contribución monetaria" de parte de nuestra progenitora, para las meriendas saludables de la semana.
Motivo por el cual, hicimos una parada en una droguería-minimarket-lugar para farandulear; es decir, visitamos farmatodo.

Desde que mi sugar brother y yo entramos, este decía en vos muy alta, "Tranquilo, brother, yo te brindo". Lo decía en un tono muy alto, casi que para todo el mundo en la tienda se entere. Además de venir a Farmatodo a comprar galletas, tuvimos la misión secundaria de comprar un cuaderno.
Quise optimizar el trabajo dividiendo, pero mi sugar brother argumentó a todas mis ideas un "tranquilo, brother, yo me encargo, y yo te brindo".

Asi que mientras el se encargaba de buscar cuadernos y comprar galletas y demás chucherías, yo me encargué de pasear por la tienda. Observé muchas cositas curiosas, como por ejemplo, un perro callejero que parecía esconderse para que no lo sacaran, y también observé que colocaron un sitio de recarga para celulares. En algunos pasillos me encontraba a mi hermano y le decía en tono burlón "Epa, chamo ¿necesitas alguna ayudita?" Y el repetía "tranquilo, brother que yo te brindo".

En unos de nuestros encuentros de pasillo lo encontré calculando el precio por gramo de las chucherías para saber cuál le salía más barata para comprarla. Me pareció muy chistoso que fuera tan tacaño apenas con 11 años. Se complicaba mucho, así que lo convencí de elegir las chucherías que su corazón eligiera, las cuales eran casualmente las galletas y las chips que yo quería.

Al momento de pagar, yo me desembaracé completamente de ello. Le pregunté si me ayudaba y me dijo "¿brother, que parte de que yo estoy brindando no entiendes?", así que lo dejé tranquilito y me hice el loco. Yo veo que se complica mucho, y que tiene un enredo con las tarjetas de débito, así que lo aconsejé para que se moviera a otra caja de auto pago donde si se dejó ayudar por mi persona.

Considero, y califico de "chimbo", a mi sugar brother. Tanta plata que tenía y nada más me compró unas chips de plátano, que tacaño. Sin embargo, le agradezco mucho el gesto, pues me hacía falta comer alguito, y aparte, fuera de su soberbia, interpreto el que haya querido compartir conmigo como una de las mínimas muestras de amor entre hermano.
Está creciendo mi hermano,. Me siento muy orgulloso de él. Que se repita la experiencia!!

Muchas gracias a todos por leer y compartir. Hasta la próxima

Hello everyone, welcome to my blog.
One of the benefits of being the child of divorced parents is the little gifts each parent gives their children to keep them happy. I clearly don't enjoy these benefits, but my younger brother does. So in this gossip-documentary post, we'll see the arrogance of an 11-year-old boy who feels powerful and rich because he's going to buy his "proletarian chimbo" brother some trinkets.

The event took place on Sunday afternoon. I was participating in a chess tournament, and when I left, my brother, whom we will refer to from here on as "sugar brother" (or similar honorary titles), commented that he had received a "monetary contribution" from our mother for the week's healthy snacks.
For this reason, we stopped at a drugstore-minimarket-place to hang out; that is, we visited Farmatodo.

From the moment my sugar brother and I entered, he said in a very loud voice, "Don't worry, brother, I'll treat you." He said it in a very loud voice, almost as if he wanted everyone in the store to hear. In addition to coming to Farmatodo to buy cookies, we had the secondary mission of buying a notebook.
I wanted to optimize the work by dividing it up, but my sugar brother responded to all my ideas with "Don't worry, brother, I'll take care of it, and I'll treat you."

So while he was busy looking for notebooks and buying cookies and other snacks, I took care of wandering around the store. I noticed many curious things, such as a stray dog that seemed to be hiding so it wouldn't be taken away, and I also noticed that they had set up a cell phone charging station. In some aisles, I would run into my brother and say teasingly, "Hey, buddy, need some help?" And he would reply, "Don't worry, brother, I've got you covered."

In one of our aisle encounters, I found him calculating the price per gram of the snacks to see which one was cheapest to buy. I thought it was very funny that he was so stingy at only 11 years old. He was making it very complicated, so I convinced him to choose the snacks his heart desired, which happened to be the cookies and chips I wanted.

When it came time to pay, I completely washed my hands of it. I asked him if he would help me, and he said, "Brother, what part of 'I'm treating you' don't you understand?" So I left him alone and pretended not to notice. I could see that it was getting very complicated and that he was having trouble with the debit cards, so I advised him to move to another self-checkout where he let me help him.

I consider my sugar brother to be a "chimbo" (a stingy person). He had so much money and all he bought me was some banana chips. What a cheapskate. However, I really appreciate the gesture, because I needed something to eat, and besides, despite his arrogance, I interpret his willingness to share with me as one of the smallest signs of brotherly love.
My brother is growing up. I am very proud of him. Let's repeat the experience!

Thank you all very much for reading and sharing. See you next time.