familia[r/l] ?

little brother is such a momma's boy. Mother visits him in LA and in the period of two weeks of her stay so far, he had a one/two days fever and now she just called me saying that they are on their way to a hospital because my brother feels some pain in his stomach although he cannot pin point where the pain exactly is or rather the pain jumps around.

It is amazing how different we are, especially considering we came from the same parents, same mother, same father, same gene pools.

Yes, there are similarities, like how we both are introvert, though mine comes off as being reserved, his comes off as being quiet, keeping to himself.

And of course, other similarities because we came from the same background, nurtured almost the same way.

But our personalities could not be more different. I measure success by what I can achieve away from my family while he measures success by what our parents own and can provide him with.
He is so shy and uncertain whereas I revel in facing everything face to face.
But foremost, I enjoy being independent so thoroughly, running my own show and will never be content unless I am at the forefront of every single thing that matters to me, he, otoh, is content to be in the shadow of our parents and me, feeling protected that way. So different in this way we are that our driver has always said that I should have been born the boy and he the girl.
Popo, my maternal grandmother, when she was still alive once said that I took all the independent and courage genes that I left him with nothing in that department.

At any case, as I have mentioned to Mother, they better straighten him up good for his future. For, I am only his sister, not his parents and will never treat him the way my parents would.

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the lil bro came back today.
Mother sms-ed me once his flight had taken off. She is greatly saddened as she always is each time we went abroad. When I left for the first time, she lost fifteen kgs. When I left the second time she lost five kg.

She wasn't usually as sad when brother left, but after this eventful summer where he kept her company often, knowing it's been a hard time for her, and now that he came back here to NY she felt lost.

As for me, the only thing I can do is reading her sms when she is sharing her sorrow. There is nothing else I can do since I am not there to cheer her up.

Then it is my turn to have him at least for half a year.