I have so many. Still, I always think of sun kissed ones.
One I want to write about is a picture with my brother, captured last year when I was here for the same winter break and he came to meet me, like not specially for me but that's how I'd like to remember it. He was leaving the next morning. He never gets his pictures clicked but he did with me. And us both being clowns, made distorted faces in every damn picture. Oh, and there's also a Christmas tree filter with our faces making the tree and a golden star on the top of our head, cute. I have one of the pics as my caller screen for him. There's so much affection for him inside my heart, and it's a shame that I have to convert all that into soft bullying to let him know about that. And I know that he knows, the same way I know all about him.
Siblings are strange creatures, like you know me since I'm born, you were here before me, you know me more than anyone else. We've grown up together, under the same roof, and nourished by love flowing from a common source. We have the same blood flowing through each of our limbs.
More than anything, I hope we remain like this. It breaks my heart to think that someday I won't be his closest family, that he'll have kids of his own who'll have the first right on him, and he won't be just my brother, my companion since birth.
I hope he always has a small but empty room in the backside of his heart where I can stay, from time to time, and be happy by the existence of a simple human who'll never be indifferent towards me cause it's not the hatred that I'm afraid of, it's the indifference that keeps me awake at night.
I hope I can spend all this love I carry in my heart for him, cause I'm afraid it'll be very heavy to carry afterwards.
