The brotherly love

Change is good, according to many people.  I, for one, is afraid of change, actually, I am more afraid of being alone.

When I moved out of my mom's place, I moved in with my friends.  Then, I moved back home.  Although I was always minding my own business, I have always been the opposite of alone.

Then I woke up this morning, the house was empty and quiet.  I went to my brother's room and checked.  Turned on the light and checked.  It has finally occurred to me that my brother has really grown up and moved on.

My brother who looked up to me when he was little, who is reserved but full of ideas.  He is a man now, starting his own life and family.

That boy who stole my candies and gave to his friends,
that boy who created cool stuff with legos,
that boy who sneaked downstairs and played video games with me,
that boy who bought a ps2 when he got his paycheque,
that boy who became a man, right in front of my eyes...

It was a strange feeling, sort of a feeling I had after going to my own elementary school graduation ceremony.  I was excited, feeling a little lost and lonely.

Maybe, it is a time for me to grown up as well.