Little Brother..

Mama tells me, he was was 11lbs when he was born and I don't remember much of it but there are pictures that remind me of the phase.. There's this one picture where he's a few days old and I am holding him in my lap with support from Maa and I look more scared than in awe of the little him. Yes, he has always been sort of a big guy but to me he'll always be my little brother. The little brother who taught me any self defense that I know by practical demonstrations. Of course one drawback is both our receding hairlines and hair loss because of all the hair pulling that went on while we were growing up. The little brother I used to hold hands and walk back home with - the same brother who once left me at school waiting for him while he got on the tanga and went home. I wet myself thinking I had lost him. True story, thankfully nobody reads this so we're good...

The little brother who's home work and class work I used to do after begging his class mates to let me copy off their books because he didn't used to write anything. 

So of course, it overwhelms me now that he is starting University. 

Little brother, all grown up and ready to take on the big bad world.

It's weird... I mean, I am proud of him, no doubt there.... but I am more proud of him for being the strong, empathetic, sensible guy that he has become. I am proud of him for being the son Papa would have wanted him to be [at least, I sure as hell hoped he would be]. And I know, Papa would have been so very proud of him too. 

We don't talk as much as when we were both kids, there's no hair pulling or wrestling anymore... Instead, we engage in logical dialogue and because we share the same blood, we have learned to agree to disagree since nobody wants to back down. Anyway, the question I am getting at is quiet simple, really. 

How did he get so smart? ......honestly, it baffles me a little.



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