15 Apr 2024

Today I talked on the phone with my brother about our childhood. We were discussing the time our mom tripped and threw the baby at the time across the room, where he landed on his head on the marble floor. He was fine! but recalling the story made us laugh so hard for some reason. I literally was crying, I was laughing so hard. The only other people who understand your childhood, to an extent, are your siblings. They were there when in happened. They speak the language of your youth.