Brothers

I Miss my brother~

We use to fight everyday when we are small n young

I chase u to the bed with a Towel in my hand

U throw the chair at me when we're fighting

We hit each other back jz one more time because we think that we win by hitting one more time

Then, as time flies...

We don't fight anymore

we talk secrets

we spend nights talking till we slept

I let u drive

U help me sneak out in the middle of the night

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This is family~

N i miss wei wei

Thats never sick of noodles...

-home sick tim-