Monday, March 9, 2009
'I ran across the road because i don't want my books to get drenched in the rain'
I love my little brother. I love you when you abide to all my irritating commands.
I love my little brother. I love you when you dial my handphone just to ask if you could use my stappler.
I love my little brother. I love you when you refuse to wear the handsome clothes i bought for you.
I love my little brother. I love you when you said i am the prettiest after i forced you to say so.
I love my little brother. I love you when you are the only one who could see i had a hair cut.
I love my little brother. I love you when you told me you once stuck your nose shit onto my bed long time ago.
I love my little brother. I love you when you laugh and i can no longer see the definitions of your eyes.
I love my little brother. I love you when you float into my room every now and then just to make sure i am still alive.
Today, a car knocked you down. Thank god you did not run slightly faster. Thank god your school bag cushioned your head when you hit the ground. Thank god you only had external abrasions. Thank god you could still recite your IC number sensibly. Thank god you are currently sound asleep in your room. Thank god i have tears of gratitude now.
I couldn't locate my mum just now. For a moment, i thought she went down to take a breather. Instead, i found her in my brother's room.
For the first time in 9 years, my mum is sleeping in my brother's room tonight.
Michael Song. I love you. Thank you for coming home :)
She slaps at 11:25 PM