Then, dear special younger brother, would I have become the expressive reader I am if I hadn't read you all those stories at bed time, and other times, when mum and dad needed you to stop? Just stop doing things for a bit and give them a break?
Then, dearest older brother, I know we're not supposed to be getting on, us both being teenagers now, but it is good that we regularly talk about things we have in common. We're only a year apart in school and sing in the same choir. So, let's be honest, we do have a lot people we know in common. In fact, dare I say it, some friends in common.
And if I wasn't the only daughter, I wouldn't have that unique relationship with mum.
Now Dad, can I have a new reading light to replace the one they just ruined?
How time flies...
|I used to like dolls 'n' stuff but I've got brothers.|