You know how we have Mothers' day and Fathers' day. Apparently, there's also Brothers' day. :s abi? Yeah i'm confused too. Didnt know as well. But that's entirely besides the point. Thing is my aunt is still in Nigeria, and still staying in my room and although I'd moved out for a bit, I was totally missing home. So sunday night I decided to sleep in my little brother's room. And mosquitoes bit the hell out of me. I didnt exactly complain but he understood. When I got home yesterday, braced for part two, I met the room arranged, mosquito free and the second single bed laid with fresh sheets. My baby brother was looking out for me. As usual.
I was with a friend yesterday and he said something about little brothers being angels. I may have disagreed with him. Growing up with mine was pure torture at times. He blackmailed me for a bit, tried to stick freshly put out candle in my right eye, stabbed me with a fork, made me burn my finger in the cigarette lighter thingy, and connived with my older brother to lock me up in a wardrobe. And that's just the stuff I remember. but as we grew older, we grew closer.
Now my memories of him are made of the music we listen to together, the girls we talk about, the laundry he helps me with (for a fee), the car he helps me clean (again, for a fee), the times i irritate the hell out of him and he sticks with it, the video games we play together, all the times he stays awake to open the gate for me when I get home and that adorable way he smiles when I tease him about stuff. He's all growed up now. Just like me.
Little brothers are made of rocks and feathers. of noise, music and tantrums. They are made of pranks and plans. They are made of strong shoulders and tissue paper, of fresh laundry and dirty socks. Of ants in your lingerie drawer and of whites turned pink cause they forgot to take out that red sweater when they helped you load your clothes in the machine. They are made of petty errands and breakfast in bed whether or not you are ill. They are made of trips to car service centers and company to a movie. They are made of headless barbie dolls and superman comics. And so much more.
My friend, my wingman, my angel, my 'firstborn", my brother.
My baby brother.
#np: If my heart was a house ~ Owl City
(My heart is a house and you Dipshit are most definitely home.)
P.s. If you're leaving a comment, let me know what your baby brother means to you (if you've got one)