today michael turns sixteen.

Not many know that my brother’s birth was the most crucial birth in the family. I think my mom had chicken pox during her pregnancy, endangering my brother to highest level. My mom understood the consequences of what happened and she was prepared to have an abnormal child as a second son. I think prayers really work because she gave birth to healthy baby boy – Michael.

Today, my brother just turned 16 and he had to celebrate it in school with an exam, which sucks because last night he was busting his ass finishing his project and reviewing. I don’t know how he’ll celebrate. Maybe I’ll be welcomed (or not) by a crowd of noisy friends. Maybe he’ll invite his 3-year girlfriend who’ll just sit in the couch and chat with my sister. Maybe he’ll go to sleep and celebrate tomorrow or whatever. I don’t know, lately we haven’t been celebrating birthdays with the family. But I just wish he’ll have a good day today.

We are the not the best brothers in the world. But a quote from Astrid Alauda (whoever s/he is) says, “There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother.” That’s why I am glad that he’s around. Happy Birthday, Michael!

BTW, my brother has a crush on Rachel Anne Daquis. Can you tell her to greet him?