To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.
~ Clara Ortega
Happy Birthday to my dearest brother. I still remember every fight we had, every trick we pulled on each other, every time we told on each other and every time we wiped each other’s tears and fears.
I still remember every birthday cake we cut.
I miss you brother. Hope u had a very happy birthday.