My Workaholic Brother

As of now, we are living in a house of my father. Downstairs is where my brother's engraving shop. When we went home last night, it was around twelve midnight. As we entered inside the house, my brother was still working. His assistance was engraving while he was polishing the nameplates. At dawn, I still heard the sounds of the grinder. When I woke up this morning, he's still working even until I left to work. That is how dedicated he is to his work even if his earnings does not compensate his efforts. Seldom he relaxes. It seems that quiting does not exist in his mind. He never stop finding ways to prove his theory. If ever he's hired in a certain company, surely he will be a good asset because he is a workaholic.