Though I may call many of my friends bro (“Sup bro”, “No bro”, “Yo bro” and any sentence I can add bro into), I only have one brother. Noah. He is two and a half years older than me. We have your average brother-sister relationship. If I say,”Hi Noah” at school, he says, “Shut-up midget.” or just the plain “No”. Although that doesn’t make much sense because I am taller then him. Now his words might sound, lets say, mean. But if you know him and speak his language, you’ll get it. Now I’m not fluent in it but I know that things that he says like “Shut-up midget” really means “Please be quiet, my dear sister” and when he says, “Hannah has no friends, it means “Hannah, I’m proud of how many friends you made at school”. Then there is my personal favorite:
Me: “Good night Noah, I love you!”
Him: “Yeah, bye”.
What he is really saying is, “I love you too, good night!”. So maybe it’s not every brother-sister relationship, but its ours. And I love it! I love him! November 15th, 15-years ago my “Dear” Brother Noah was born.
So Happy late birthday Noah. I love you!