| Current mood: |  nostalgic |
TMCs????
its a strange feeling to realise that my baby bro is actually 15 now! it feels like an hour ago when i got home from the karate class after beating up a bully who was pushing him around. his had looked half ambarassed and half proud. i remember being secretly overjoyed at the idea of being a hero in his eyes...i was on cloud nine! for years, he followed me around all over the place like a silent shadow.
he's taller than my dad today. has his own modernite lingo and beats around anyone bullying someone incapable of retaliation. he comes home bruised and sometimes significantly damaged. we barely get anytime together. having been away from home the last few years, i was barely aware of him of him becoming a thinking being. we kid around all the time but the very few times i actually spoke to him, i realised how he has turned out not-so-badly (i probably make him sound like a sponge cake!). i hate to admit but underneath all the teenage arrogance and hip-hop melodrama he may have a thoughtfull mind.
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