"... Dad can't never learn that we are all adults now, can't you see that, Cil?
Just like me, the memory I have in my head when I think of you is just when you were little. So when mom was busy with something, she would put you on the sofa and told me to keep an eye on you so you wouldn't roll and tumble down on the floor... hahaha... really. That's the thing I remember when I think of you.
But now you are all grown up,
and getting married.
It feels surreal..."
A chunk of email from my big brother, who always calls me 'Cil' as in short for 'little'.
Funny he remembers me that way, I remember him playing the role of a big evil giant and chasing me and my friends around when we played in the yard. The person who tied the blanket around me neck as a cape and told me to run around being superman. Then he's made me a sword when I told him I want to be a kungfu master.
He's my saviour when it comes to guys. Put senses into my head. Diverted me from being a whiny, prissy little princess I could have been & told me to kick back the six graders who bullied me at school. He was the one who held me and said it's okay to not be the top three in the class, he was in the bottom three in his class and he was doing fine. He said all sort of politically incorrect advice, but without him, I wouldn't be the person I am to day.
He put the reason behind so many decisions in my life.
He's my hero.
The big angry evil giant in the yard.
2 comments:
... that's what big brothers are for...to give politically incorrect advices... because we're first generations, we're never going to be better than the newer models...put it, lovingly corrupting the next generations...
and proud of it too.... eheh...
btw, come to think of it, your bro has the same pattern as me...:-)
Ah... all of you big borthers with younger sisters.... how come you guys always find something new to corrupt on daily basis, I have no idea....
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