My brother is one of the nicest people I have ever met. He cares about you and wants you to be happy. The one problem with my brother is that he never forgets the little things. We could be sitting at dinner, or watching a movie when he gets a random memory.
“Hey Andrew,” He will say.
“What is it?”
“Do you remember the time, that we went to that one store, and bought
that one thing?”
“Yeah, what about it,” I respond, not paying attention, but no longer focusing on whatever I was doing.
“Nothing.” He will say, without a care in the world, leaving you wondering what led him to remember that moment, and why he brings it up. This little detail, this little action, this little quirk in his personality is something that we never question about him. He has always done this, and it has just become one of the things we expect out of him. We all wonder what goes on in his head and jokingly say, “we would explore his brain, but we would probably get lost in the most random of thoughts. “
“Cappy’s brain, the Final Frontier,” we say, jokingly. He, of course, either doesn’t hear us say these things, or he pretends not to hear them. When he does hear us, he practically explodes with a wave of anger, and we know we have pushed him too hard, and that we now have to survive the brutality of an angry child.
We have a family saying, we only tease you because we love you, and while it is true, I understand that it doesn’t always feel like that. I used to be the member of the family constantly picked on, and I feel like I have been liberated from the constant mockery from my parents and siblings. Maybe replaced is the better word for this, but all I know is that it is nice not to be the one that everyone mocks and jokes about constantly.
I remember once, we were having a conversation at the dinner table. We were all participating in the conversation, and my brother was quieter than usual. Once everyone noticed, we joked around, saying that he went to the little world in his head. As the joking started to pick up, my brother, as if he was listening to us the whole time, just chirps, “I’m back.” We don’t know what he does when he spaces out, but we would all really like to know. In a way, I guess that makes my brother very similar to an elephant. He, much like the mighty animal, never forgets.
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