Dear baby brother (affectionately, Tiny Turd),
I’m sorry that you’re stuck here with me, stuck inside a building you’ve lived in all your life. I’m sorry that you can’t go out and see your friends, that you can’t go to wherever it is that’s cool to hang out these days – when I was your age it was the Maccies on the road, or the back of the local park near school. I haven’t a clue where it is now.
I’m sorry that sometimes I don’t know what to say anymore. Being away at University has been difficult for both of us. I know I haven’t been around a lot, and I know I should have messaged more, and I regret not doing that. I know you’ve found it hard being the only child at home, even if you won’t admit it, it’s inevitably gonna be tricky with our parents and the pressures you have as a young lad. I know you find it weird when I come and sit in your room, and sometimes you probably wish I would leave, but I suppose I’m just trying to make up for lost time. I’m just doing what you did my entire life – come up into my room to see what I was doing, sit on my rocking chair and play on your tablet while I did my homework, just to be with me without having mum and dad breathing down your neck.
I hope this time we are lowkey forced to spend together brings us back together. I want to play on the Wii again with you, have us absolutely smash dad at Mario Kart. I wanna make you laugh until your sides hurt because I’m crap at Fifa and all I can do is make the footballers slide tackle their way across the pitch and get red cards for fouling everyone. I also want to get to know your interests now, what you enjoy, what you hate, what you want to do after you finish college and where you want to visit in the world (if anywhere, you might be a hermit and just want to stay at home, who knows). Understanding you is important now, before you become a man and it’s too late.
I know we’ll be okay, but I hope that we will be close again.
All my love,
Your big sister xxx
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