To the world...
I can still live the memories spent on the sofa...
How we used to fight.. over remotes, chocolates, debates... And all trivial issues..
You are not my little brother now.. you are a responsible person who can take a bullet for me..
the same way I used to from Dad, sitting on this sofa.. to save you from his rebukes..
Hey, will catch up with the memories together brother.. very soon..