Maybe it'll work again

I love my brother and I am forever grateful that he let me use his bike, but I can't wait to have my own bike back, although i wish I could get a new one, I loved my first bike the most, it was perfect and I felt like I was flying on it, it gave it's life so that I could live, when I got hit by the car the entire frame bent and I only had a few stitches on my heel, but today i'm cleaning my moms bike, since it is better although only marginally then my brothers