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Part 5

I would like to talk more about my family about my brother and my sister but i don't have any stories to tell. Brother was my dad's son and my sister my mother's daughter both of them 23 years older than me. Both of them already have their own families. My sister moved to USA and before my brain even went into a second stage development and third she already went through few marriages. My family was like that, everyone is talented in something so we could have stories to tell to each other. My sister's talent was being beautiful. My sister is gentle and simple maybe she is the most different from our family. My sister is also the person that let me knew how big the world is and let me dreamt about how once i grow up i can run far far away. My sister gifted me with cashmere sweater from Dubai and a Mickey backpack from Disneyland in Paris when i was in second grade. Parties, friends and her boyfriends, my sister was simple but i still never understood her.

My brother was different, when i was young i didn't understand but the fact is we are so similar that it's scary. Because of prejudices from my father and mother he signed up for dancing lessons for himself when he was in ninth grade, ten years old and told my father only after he got in. I don't remember anything about my brother besides one day when he went to visit home with his kids for Lunar New Year. Now i understand that if i would ever have any kids myself i would also bring them to visit home on Lunar New Year's day only.Later, when i move out to Singapore, me and my brother would start to see each other more often and talk with each other for the first time. For the first time i saw my brother as a brother and not some kind of brother character in our family like some random uncle that only saw me once when i was little and when he sees me again he would go: „I was carrying you when you were this small and look at you now." We talk with each other freely when we get loose after drinking together. He tells me stories from the time he was a child. He told me that he and mother were best friends, he was really fond of her and when once there was a time when father and mother were separated for a while when they still weren't married together, he was heartbroken. And no matter how heartbroken i was, how drunk i was i would never be able to tell him back: „Brother, that's not it. Mother was never even a mother so how can she be a friend."