Memories of My Little Brother

I sat near a window in a café on a busy street somewhere at the heart of town, trying to get a clear head of my stressful and demanding career. I was sipping through my cup of Italian White Coffee while staring into the window not looking at anything particular. The café was going on with their business as usual albeit it’s already half past two in the morning. I was jolted back to reality when I heard the current music on air at the café. It was a song entitled “A Thousand Years”. I realized that song was playing only when the lyric reached the chorus. I suddenly remembered why I had always avoided that song all these years. It brought back painful memories of a loved one. It reminded me of my older brother.

I remembered the time spent when we were little. I still remember our walk across the paddy field to school every morning. We were not from a rich family, so we had no cars or even money for the monthly school bus. Whenever it rained, he would grab the biggest leaf he could find and shelter me like an umbrella. Sometimes when the leaf were not big enough, he would only cover ...