Day 94. Dinner.


My brother and I. 


I had dinner with my brother. 

Not that is an unusual affair, but its his birthday. And he is spending it with me, his big brother. 

It brings me to laughter to reminisce that when we were younger, we used to fight over small silly things—like playing with his toy gun, or occupying my favorite seat. 

But as we grow older and spend college together, the heated arguments were replaced with silly jokes and perky laughs tagged along funny stories every now and then.

We may not be as tight as best friends, but this dinner? It simply reaffirmed that when the world turns its back on him or me, we have each other to run into. 

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