Kor

There was a time, very long ago, when you brought me to many places, shared your Garfield comics with me, played Risk with me, carried me on your back, drove me in your red convertible to the mart in winter, held my hands walking along the streets of Chicago and brought me swimming. We had a lot of good fun, at least I did.

We loved the sun, waters and sand.

I wrote letters to you when you left us to study halfway round the world. I kept writing and writing, some sent, some remained in my drawers. These days, we hardly communicate. It probably has been a year, maybe two. I can't exactly recall when I last saw you. Memories have become so vague. The New Year is over, and you didn't return home. I found this today at your online album and found it a sight extremely familiar. It brought me a kind of warmth, and a kind of ache.

You make such a wonderful father.

And you were such a perfect brother. I'm beginning to see, hear, feel and understand.