Do You Remember?
“Do you remember?” he asked.
It was all that he ever asked all week long, or month long. It was your wedding day and as he looked down at you in his sleek black suit and tie. You couldn’t help but giggle at your older brother getting all sappy on you. He let out a small chuckle at your reaction knowing that he was acting the way you asked him not to. “Can we stop this? I’m going to get married not going to war.” You stood up from the seat and looked at yourself in the full length mirror standing next to the vanity. You could his reflection in the mirror as he looked at you from behind.
“I just can’t believe you’re getting married.”
“Well I am.” You turned around grinning at him, the effect of what they call bridal glow lighting up your face.
“I have lost both of my siblings now.” He shook his head and let out a sigh.
You chuckled and walked towards him as he opened his arms for you. “I’ll always be your baby sister.”
“I hope so. I only have one.”
“You only have one younger brother as well.”
“Between the two of us, you’re my favourite.” He said kissing the top of your head being extra careful as not to mess up your veil and hair-do. You would disown him right before your wedding then he wouldn’t be able to see his little sister walked down the aisle. “You only have one sister oppa. You can’t have a favourite.”
“Well if I ever have another. You’re still my favourite.” He said and you pulled away giggling at ridiculous respond.