I was sitting in the garden when my favorite book came to my mind. I ran into the house to get it. My brother's desk was right beside mine.
I looked at the desk and found a note - Sis, can you clean my desk and my bed, I have to go to school to attend the Spell-Bee competition. It's today. Wish me luck!! I made a face.
Just then, I heard the door burst open. I quickly ran to the door. My twin brother was standing there with tears in his eyes. He threw his backpack down and cried.
"Sis, my certificate and my trophy, they ruined it!" He was wailing until I hugged him to comfort him. I slowly made him sit with me on the bed.
He whimpered and lied down and told me the whole story. Apparently, some boys had bullied him and broke his trophy he got by winning the Spell-Bee. "That's it!" I shouted angrily.
My brother stared at me with wide eyes. I hugged him again. "Bro, you aren't the brother I know. Go back out there and say to them that you are always a winner, with or without a trophy.
" He walked to the door and opened it. Then he looked at me once and left. I did not want to see what happened outside but I heard him shouting. He came back inside and wiped his tears.
We hugged again and laughed.
We went for shopping. Well! To be more precise I did! My brother went up to the game-store. We came back home before dinner.
We played, we argued about Superman being too old-school and Batman being a crow in his past life. My cousins would have died laughing if they were there.
We would have given them that 'So What...?' face. Finally, we ate dinner. We were so exhausted that we couldn't think of anything else. Both of us loved reading and writing stories.
He loved writing short stories and I loved writing novels. We listened to our favorite music sharing my ear phones.
We closed our eyes thinking of all the fun we had this day and the things we wanted to do together the next day.
The next thing I saw when I opened my eyes was that I was in bed. I looked for my twin brother but all I could see was the toys of my younger brother.
It was then that I figured out that the twin brother was only a dream, a dream that I really wanted to happen, but that is also impossible to have.
Oh! how much I wanted a twin- brother!
In reality, I have a sweet, annoying, cute, momo-faced brother (Yes, momo-face is the only way I can describe him), 5-year-old,
with whom unfortunately I cannot play like I wanted to play with my twin brother, read and write and fight.
But... I am glad that I have him. He still looks somewhat like me (except I am not momo-faced!!) I love to read him stories. I love to cuddle him, hug him. I love his mischievous smile.
I love it when he can't pronounce 'prosperity'. I love playing with him. I love it when he acts strong like a Superman or Batman.
I love it when he acts like reading a book but all he can read is c-a-t. I love it when he sings kiddy rhymes and tries to act that it's my favorite song.
I love it when he acts funny, jumping around on the sofa. I love it when he sits on my back and acts like riding an elephant. I love it when he laughs when I tickle him.
I promised in my mind that I would protect him from all harm. I love him, no matter what, even if he's not my twin brother. Realities are mostly different from dreams in my case, better!