Checking For Survivors

“Ebi!”

That was the first thing that came out of my mouth the moment I walked into my living room and saw a dark guy sitting on my couch with his eyes looking at me with great intent, one that wasn’t so friendly. This guy is none other than my brother, the one who is so much disappointed at me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him, not knowing if I should let him feel welcomed or not. But I definitely didn’t feel welcomed in my own house. If looks could kill, I’ll be dead in my brother’s eyes. Or maybe I already am.

“You look like you were not expecting to see me,” he said.

Was I? Was I expecting to see my brother in my house first thing on my arrival? Definitely no! The last time I heard from him, he called me a disgrace. He was not at my wedding, neither has he attempt any form of contact to me. So I definitely was not expecting him to be in my living room. And for a brief second there, I wanted so bad to call security on him.