My older brother’s words were mostly lies.
He never tried to keep his words and he always forgot about them. He only recalled it only when I asked him about them, and it always ended with his apologetic smile.
…It had always been that way.
He would always come and go without leaving anything behind. I remembered being so fed up with it that I asked him intensely ‘which is more important to you, our family, or your job?!’
Do you know what his response was?
He said, ‘You are the most important.’
And the next day he went out and left me a note saying –‘I’m busy at work. I’m sorry.’-
My sister was never upset about it. She said, ‘He’s rarely been at home since I can remember things.’
Then she laughed and smiled at me.
‘There have only been the two of us. It’s just some days of the year that another brother shows up. It doesn’t matter to me how much he would lie, I don’t care.’