…for a sibling to be a part of your heart?
It is, isn’t it? Because that’s the only person who’s shared your childhood with you, in every way. And you’re bound together not just by blood, but by memories of the most everlasting kind.
Maybe it gets stronger if you’re the older sibling, and the not-so-little-anymore brother is the youngest in the family, and the apple of everyone’s eyes.
Our Brat had a horrid, horrid accident on Dusshera night last year, and it was the kind of night none of us ever, ever want to spend again. Even the thought of it sends a shiver down one’s spine. It was also the kind of night that made you believe in the goodness of strangers. And in the benefits of a seatbelt.
He was in bed for two months after the accident, and went back to work towards the end of December.
That one night, and all the other scrapes he’s gotten into (and gotten us into), will probably always make us think the worst, fear the worst. And it isn’t fair. To him, and to us.
So, sorry Brat – for freaking out again last night. Love you. 🙂