Shining Star International School Student Blog

Sibling goals- By Dilsha XI A

Posted on February 23, 2017 Updated on February 23, 2017

Those blogs which include my Brother are true incidents in my life. If it was asked to make a character sketch of my Brother it will most probably include ‘Trouble’ as his middle name. I’m not here to tell you otherwise but as a sister I couldn’t wish for a better Brother.

He might seem intimidating at first but once you get to know him you will know that he won’t even hurt a fly, unless it is flying around his food. Outside, he might look rock solid but inside he is just a warm marshmallow. Even after turning 21 years old, he still is a marshmallow.

Sometimes when I have nothing else to do than just sit and think, I think about the days I did a ‘Hulk’ smash on his back and did a demonic laugh (or I like to think it was close to a demonic laugh). He never said a word in those days. He just grabbed me and stuffed me inside a pillow. He was just always there to make sure that I was happy. When he left for his college I thought to myself- ‘I got his room’. It took only 5 minutes to feel the emptiness of that room to bring tears.

There were nights when he would sneak in his PSP and we would see movies under the blanket. There were evenings when we would take our bicycles down the street and he would play cricket with me. Well that was mostly because I played like a retarded person. There were mornings when he cooked breakfast for me because he was afraid I might burn the house down. There were days when he would lock me out of the house and I had to jump in through the window. And again he would kick me out of the house. There were days when I get really hyper and he would just stack me on top of the cupboard. There were rainy seasons when I tore the pages of his notebooks and made paper boats.

When Mom and Dad are at home, we both are completely in love with each other. As soon as they step out, Home is a battleground. There were even days in which we both got hurt while fighting, well me more than him- I got 3 stitches once. Everything is fair in love and war.

All those blood, sweat and tears, today they bring a nostalgic smile. A smile that only he, my Brother, can bring on my face. That is the thing about siblings, even if the sky comes falling down, they will still be there- making sure that the sky falls right on top of you.

Happy 21^st birthday Brother.