Dear Bro,
Remember the time when I was about 5 you rubbed medicated oil (that is used for headache) on my thumb just so that I will be rid of the habit of suckling my thumb? Dude, I won’t ever forgive you for that. Not really a pleasant memory you know. Not that it stopped me from suckling it till I was seven. But the point is, you have tormented me from day one. From the earliest of memories, my brother, which is you, was always the bully. Remember the times when we fought fist to fist. Oh man, I lost count actually. I swear, for the most part of my childhood I shrieked in horror, screamed in anger, burst into tears when I saw you.
But that was when I was just a midget. We grew a little more and I was in secondary school and you were about to graduate from there. You were the one who helped me through the first ever stumble I had while entering teen hood. That was probably the first ever incident that made me look up to you.
Years down the row, I wonder what happened. And I answer my own question by realizing life happened. The cat and dog fights decreased and I am sure I didn’t hear any more of those shouting matches. Gradually I started looking forward to a life with such a brother. I learnt to appreciate your lame humour, I even learnt to admire your uncanny talent for business. But mostly I enjoyed your noisy presence. The way you would fill a room with life with your very entrance.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I realized how true it is when you left to pursue your studies. The house is definitely quieter and the dinner table has a huge gap.
The years are rolling past us and time is whizzing by. All I can say is: Your annoying little sister loves you because she knows she can’t get a better brother than you.
Yours truly,
Me.
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