Cow and Chicken

Mama had a Chicken,

Mama had a Cow.

Dad was proud,

He didn't care how.

To my Kid Bro,

Remember when you were younger, we would wake up early on Sunday mornings and find the house empty because dad and mum have gone to the market?

We would sit in the living room in our pyjamas, hugging our knees and a box of Coco Crunch each, and watch Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network like there's no tomorrow, and mum would come home and yell at us to go have some proper breakfast?


I know those innocent, carefree days seem so long ago to you now. Fast forward barely 2 years from those Johnny Bravo Sunday mornings, you were almost as tall as I was. Yet still such a child. You broke our hearts one day when you asked us why people you loved, people whom you thought cared for you, could change for the worse so quickly so fast.


You were only a child then, kid. How were we supposed to tell you that it wasn't others that had changed, but you? How were you supposed to accept the cruel fact that the world has been, ALWAYS been, unfair, mean, and sometimes just plain evil? That nothing has changed, only that you were growing up, out of that little protective bubble we tried to put around you in vain?


Today I missed you terribly. I wondered whether you could be that young man of the house, strong and brave, facing the unfairness life sometimes hurls at you out of pure spite.


There is a huge part of my heart with your name on it. It breaks everytime I watch you face life's tribulations, taking it's unfairness. Yet the cracks heal, the splinters collect and merge into a whole again because I see you transform into a man, and I am proud of you.


One day very soon, we will eat Coco Crunch and Honey Stars first thing in the morning in our pyjamas watching Cartoon Network together again. One can never outgrow Dexter and his crazy experiments.

Signed with love,

Sis