So my brother turned the big twoFOUR today. Look at how much you've grown, oppa. hehe :)
In elementary school, I still remember walking back home from school, following his every step when crossing the streets, and hiding from our parents to surprise them after they came home from work. I remember one especially rainy day when we found a puddle blocking our usual path home. Of course my brother could easily jump over it, but this same feat proved impossible for my little legs. To my shock, he put his saxophone case across it so I could cross over his makeshift 'bridge' without getting my shoes wet (you may be happy to know that the water wasn't deep enough to seep into the opening of the case and thereby kill the instrument). Though now I sometimes look back at this and wonder WHAT he was thinking, I still remember feeling like a little princess that day as he walked me across his saxophone case. hehehe.
As we grew older, we would team up when we got into trouble with our parents, get into little fights ourselves (more like cat-and-mouse chases around the house), and watch WWF Smackdown together every Thursday night. When there was a thunderstorm, I would come and sit on the floor beside him as he played games on the computer. I would count the seconds in my head to calculate our proximity to the lightning, shiver at the next sudden crack of thunder, and immediately squeeze my eyes shut. When the storm finally receded, I would quietly get up and waltz back into my room. And there goes my little thunderstorm ritual.
Basically, he always took care of me growing up, which may explain why I always felt safe around this big brother of mine.
Happy Birthday to you, brother dearest.
May God bless you all the more, as you begin this new chapter in your life.
I'm so proud of you, you old fart :]
Love,
this little sister of yours
