His real name is Zhi Yong. But at home we used to call him Lester (just like my real name is Xing Yii but I am also called Leanne). And note, USED to. Because approximately a year ago he decided for himself that he wants to be called Leo. He didn’t like his name very much, apparently. Because he used to get teased very often – really, there are SO many ways to mutate that name.
So now I call him Mr. Ng. Because I simply don’t know what to call him anymore =o
To me, he has always been Lester. I’ll never call him Leo or Zhi Yong because it’s just really weird to call somebody with another name after so many years of calling them with . . . their old name.
Nevertheless, one thing’s for sure. He’s still my brother. Nothing about THAT has changed. And you know what?
I love him.
And I love him because:
1) He feeds me potato chips when I am at the computer and don’t want my hands to get dirty.
2) He pokes my arm and tells me to ‘walk further in’ when we’re on a sidewalk and a car is passing by.
3) He cuts my steak into smaller pieces for me, even when we’ve had a big argument and I’m not talking to him. (It’s his silent plea to have our relationship fixed. Almost charming, really.)
These are just several instances. There are so many more than I can possibly list. Of course, we have fights, shouting sessions and differences too, but what is a relationship between siblings if it is without the occasional conflicts? One word: IMPOSSIBLE. We see each other every day; we must both be crazy if we never fought!
As little children, we argued very often. Over A LOT of things. But now, he’s grown up. He has matured. And that’s the best part. We don’t argue over stupid, petty things anymore. In fact, we argue SO MUCH LESS nowadays. That makes me happy, really. =)
There have been many times when I tell people that I am at my father’s house during the weekdays and go back to my mother’s house during the weekend . . . and they ask me, “So when you go to your father’s house, your brother goes back to your mother’s house?” Or the other way around. Well, the answer is a big NO. Why should we be living separately like that?? It makes no sense, really. We go everywhere together. (ALMOST everywhere – because he can’t go to a girls’ school. =.=) So yeah, he’s the person I’ve spent the MOST time with over the years. He’s the one person I see absolutely every day. We’ve been through thick and thin together. Through our parents’ divorce and everything else that came after that.
So . . . who said that siblings are a nuisance? Oops. I've said it myself many, many times before! =x
Hehe. But be assured that has changed. I’m a much better and more loving sister now. I’m a lot nicer to him now. And I love having him around the house. He talks – A LOT. And he makes me laugh. (Well, a lot of people make me laugh but he is the only one at home who does it! xD)
He’s my house-bestfriend. He’s my laughing gas. He’s my brother. And I love him. =)
P/S: And NO, I don’t say that to his face because he might think that I’ve lost my mind or something. I doubt he’ll ever come across this post, but I’m sure deep down in his heart he’ll always know that I do love him, regardless of what I say or don’t say or do or don’t do.
