Childhood (#BhaiDoojSpecial)

My childhood was very different and special from others. I grew up with my brother who is 8 years older than me. My father had to be away due to work. So I spent the 18 years of my life with my brother and mother. Why am I telling you all this? Something really special happened when I was a baby. I was only a few months old. My mother had gone out to get some groceries leaving me alone with my brother. He was a kid then. Mom was really tensed on her way back home because she was certain that if I woke up from my sleep I would cause trouble to my brother. She for sure knew that my brother wouldn’t be able to handle me. But, when she came back home, she was surprised. She couldn’t believe her eyes. My brother was rocking me in his lap and singing me a lullaby. When asked, my brother said that he had already fed me warm milk and cleaned my clothes. It was the sweetest thing a brother could do for his sister. Since I was a baby my brother has been taking care of me. The tiny little things that he has done for me, the way he has been protecting me, I consider myself extremely fortunate to have had a brother like him. My brother always let me cut his birthday cake along with him, he would always shared all his gifts and toys with me, he would always feed me with his own hands, cry with and for me, cover for my mistakes and Never forget his responsibilities towards me. My childhood was special coz of the magical relationship I had with my brother. All these memories make my childhood extremely special and memorable for me. One of the luckiest thing is to have a happy childhood. And I am proud to say that I have had a beautiful childhood and more than that an amazing brother 🙂


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