Happy Birthday, My Second Born

When you start arguing with people, you forget your age, don’t you? And they yours? You either convince them, or confuse them; either way, it ends with them giving up in disgust, or defeat.

And must you always want whatever your brother is playing with? You want that, and nothing else. You make life miserable for everyone till you get it. And after you get it, it is longer something you particularly want.

My second born. You exasperate me. You challenge me. You make me feel a failure. You make me feel on top of the world. Don’t ever change.

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