For 19 years we shared a room together, for 20 years of childhood we enjoyed the best parents in the world, we have always been the best and worst brother for each other…
…and suddenly that happens:
Yeah, my dear Mister Brother married.
For me as a tradition-focused and nostaligic person this should be a medium-mighty breakdown. But it isn’t. (Not yet?)
Cause I don’t understand it. He doesn’t live here anymore, at home, but rather in his own home. There is no ‘his room’ anymore. Only two people will answer for the ‘Good Night!’ now, one person less will tell me to turn it down please.
We will visit him, will eat ‘at his’, will maybe hold nephews and nieces tight to our hearts one day…
He always was a constant in my life. Just the best brother. 🙂 But now the great change happens and I don’t get it!
At least I know something: His lovely wife (which I didn’t yet mention here) is just wonderful! He will agree surely und all of us have locked her in our hearts already long ago.
One person more says mum and dad, our small family has gained one more member and not least we had the chance to get to know another extraordinary family.
