My Beloved Brother

He is five years younger than me, my beloved brother. When we were kids he used to follow me around wherever I went. As a child, he was a mischievous and very smart boy. Even then he had an opinion on everything.

When I went to play with my friends, I would beg him not to come with me, but he came anyway. He used to irritate them and run home as quick as a cheetah……. 🙂 and I was left to clean up the mess…………… 🙂 🙂

I still remember like it was yesterday, him running away from kindergarten, close behind him was another student, and chasing both of them was the assistant kindergarten teacher. He was just four years old. The poor woman, who wasn’t so young, developed muscles from chasing after them every single day……… 🙂 🙂

The kindergarten was in the area where we lived. When he was close to the house he started shouting, Mommy……. Mommy……… like a lion was two steps behind him……:-). My Mother came out of the house and asked what’s happened… what’s  happened?….. then she took him back to the school.

It was a regular ritual until he got used to the school. By the way, his two kindergarten teachers taught me as well. There were both sensitive, compassionate and loving, who had a great relationship with the kids and their parents.

Anyway, “that ship has sailed”, the boy became a wonderful man. The kind of person whom you can rely on, someone who you would like to be close by. As well, a devoted son, a loving husband and father, who adores his wife and children.

Five years ago, when my father got sick, he took care of his needs more than anyone else, despite his demanding job. In addition, when my mother needed to have surgery, he arranged for her to be operated on by one of the top specialists in his field. He spent hours on the phone, and personally met with several people. He fought with the bureaucracy to have her operation take place in a specific hospital which wasn’t in the area where she lived.

As for me, he has always been very supportive. I feel there is a truly special relationship between us. When I applied for P.R. he sent me the documents I needed to complete the application.

In the first few years after we moved to Canada, every time we arrived to visit my family, he and his wife would host us for approximately two weeks. Before we arrived, he would buy everything we loved to eat and everything we needed. To save us expenses, his wife used to let us borrow her car.

Well little brother…….. you have so many wonderful qualities. Therefore, I forgive you for following me around when you were four years old……….. :-), annoying my friends and leaving me to deal with the fallout………… 🙂 🙂 🙂

Who wouldn’t want a special  brother like this?!