It's been a long time since the last time I and my brother had a chat or watched television or laughed together. I rarely see him in the morning because of the morning sessions I have in Sunter (and of course you know how the traffic jam is right there so I have to go an hour earlier than the usual departure time.... ). I can only see him in the evening. And that was because I make an effort just so I am able to see him. Why? He'd go home at 11 pm (the earliest) and 01.00 am (the latest)!!!
There are only three people in the house now after my sis is moving out. My dad, my brother and I myself. As much as I feel mellow when Ramadhan comes (memory of Mom...), I embrace it with happiness knowing that there will be more chance to meet with my two members and make up for lost times, either during breaking of the fast or during the early breakfast. I was very much disappointed learning that there are some nights when he asked me not to wake him up for our early breakfast because he'd come home at 01.00 pm.
And what about our communal breaking the fast?
Don't ask. It has worst records than his being at the table for the morning ones.
I know guys tend to work to their bones but I just can't help it being sad not to see him around as much....:-(
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