I arrived home late.
The room that I shared with my brother is all mine now. He is getting married this month. I guess I felt a bit sad.
My brother and I, I guess, has gotten closer as we got older. Growing up, we never had much in common. He was fairly goodlooking, amiable, was popular in in school, engaged in sports… and I am not — just the opposite.
My mother got sad. I guess, she just realized how it’s like to have the nest being left. Boom! My brother’s not perfect but he’s far more affectionate than me.
He was the one with the biggest appetite.
I just have all my things in the room, my books that used to be lying on the floor are now in the shelves that he used to place his trash. Nobody will be borrowing my clothes anymore, I guess I’ll no longer be complaining that I haven’t seen my jacket for a long time now nor will I get irritated by him wearing the jeans that I like.
Nobody will be borrowing my computer anymore. And I could now sleep without hearing his loud snoring or his late arrival smelling like chico.
The room is surprisingly clean, I have to maintain it that way now coz I can no longer pass the blame on my brother.
It’s weird. I guess, I too am a bit sad.
That’s OK. Life has taught me to just pick up with what I have, and move on.
I wonder if he’s gonna give me something on my birthday. Probably, like always… wala!