This was me, today. Sibling Day was yesterday, and I missed it. I never knew there was such thing as a “Sibling Day” although it seems this phenomenon is limited to a small number of revelers. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised there’s such a day, and after doing a skeletal Google search I know I’m supposed to be “honoring the bond” between me and my brother.
I have a brother, younger, despite my rare mentions of him. Part of the reason I don’t divulge very much about him, Danny, is because he prefers his privacy. And the other part? I respect his preference for privacy.
But without compromising any “privates” I’d like to say a few sorries:
~ I’m sorry I dropped you on the dresser drawer, on your forehead, when you were just a few months old. I’m more sorry that you still have a scar from it.
~ I’m sorry I let you eat dead flies, and counted how many you were eating while you ate them, off the windowsills that hot summer you were a year old. I thought it was funny even if I got in trouble later when momz gagged after she caught us.
~ I’m sorry I had to tell on you to momz every time you went and stuck your finger in someone’s butt hole at church (because you were totally obsessed with butt holes when you were a two-year-old). At the time I believed it when momz told me you’d become a “sex psycho” if we didn’t stop you from poking people in their butt holes.
~ I’m sorry I let momz dress you up in one of my dresses for Halloween when you were four. It was funny at the time, but looking back, you can totally laugh at me in my Strawberry Shortcake get-up too.
~ I’m sorry I let momz give you that same fishbowl haircut through kindergarten graduation. But thank you for being the cutest little brother ever on that day you graduated.
I love you dear brother, but don’t expect anything next year since this whole Sibling Day isn’t a “real holiday”!