I’ve got one older brother. We physically don’t look-alike at all. He’s dark skinned, I’m rather pale. He’s got black hair, mine is brown. He’s got a beard, I don’t.. At first sight you might say that we’d have different parents. Until you hear us make jokes. You know that kind of humor that only the two of you understand and find funny? The one where outsiders think: ‘ha ha ha…’, and you two go ‘hahahaha!!’. That’s the best kind.
It’s not like we’re BFFs and go crying on each other’s shoulder when we just broke up with someone. Heck, most of the time I don’t even know if my brother’s in a relationship or not! Not that he’s the all-time player or something, we just don’t often talk about that stuff. Plus I believe that there are certain things and details you don’t want to know about your big brother and vice versa.
But when it comes to late night cravings (where I always do the cooking and he most of the eating), outfit checks (he really knows his fashion) and stupid anecdotes that noone else wants to listen to, my brother’s my go-to guy.
The best part is that I still remember how he used to read me bed time stories when I was little and how I trashed his Lego castle that he worked so hard on. Or how he twisted my arm when I was bugging him and how I made him tiramisu for his birthday because it was his favorite. You will only have those bitter-sweet moments with your brother. Yes mine’s the best and our jokes as well. Even when they’re not funny at all.
I hope that everyone has such a good bond with their sibling(s) and can laugh and giggle as we do. If you do, then go home, tell your sibling a stupid joke and laugh about it, it’ll make your day.