My Brother,
the one who is either stealing my toys or dumping them over my head...
the one who has an ever watchful eye on me, and picks me up when i topple over...
the one who feeds me what he doesn't want to eat, and makes silly faces at me so i burst into giggles at the most inappropriate times...
the one who holds my hand and teaches me how to explore...
the familiar face that i anticipate to pop up between the bars of the crib or stare back at me from the backseat of the car.
the one who comes [running] at my slightest whimper, and greets me with a sleepy smile each morning...
my brother, my friend.
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