My last holiday trip with my brother to date. I just realised I took a lot of pictures of him, but I didn't took together with him. Why?
He is closer to me than my father was to me. I know the person he loves the most in this world is me.
He would cook my favourite dishes every sunday when I go back to my mom's place. This is his way of loving me. It is the meal I looked forward to the most every week.
He don't smile a lot, but he always smiles to me.
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