I’ve been awake since two this morning. Exactly the same time dad arrived home from work. What woke me up is not my alarm, but JV’s breathe on my face. His mouth was open and he was still holding on to the teddy bear I gave him.
Last night, while I was studying for my computer exam, he walked into my room and said ‘
It’s time for bed.’ I said Okay, bid him Goodnight and I went back in studying. Then he walked back in again but this time, with his pillow and blanket.
I continued studying under my night lamp after I tucked him to bed. Then … he started to sob. He was holding his back his cry I can tell and his breathing started to become heavy that I could hear every pound of his heart.
It was heart-breaking to see my brother cry. I said to myself that no matter what happens, I’m staying with him, because all I know is that he’s the only thing that matters and that he needs me. I held him tight and asked him if he wants to play a game (he prefers that rather than a story).
It was
Jibber Jabber. We became astronauts, floating in space and touching stars. Then we trekked the Borneo jungle where we were covered by caterpillars. Then he fell asleep just in time when the tiger was about to chase us.
He laughed. It was nice to hear that.
Andy makes me happy. Though sometimes he do gets very irritating that he makes me want to slap him so hard making his head fly off. But of course, wherever his head lands, be it the outer space or even inside a black hole, I’d take it and stitch it back to his body because I never want him to fall apart. If that even made any sense. But it does to me so it doesn’t matter.
