I hear wedding bells ringing and this time, they are buzzing for my little brother. And yes, my beloved bro, Desmond, is getting married! To dear Jasmine! Am really happy for them though Mum raised an eyebrow and was telling me that my brother is younger than me yet settling down earlier than me. Bleah~

Desmond was just telling Mummy and me that ROM ceremony will be next year. Both of them have already gotten a flat in Punggol. Built-To-Order type so probably will take about 3 years before the flat is ready. Desmond was just discussing with Mummy who to invite for his ROM ceremony next year. And we were exchanging suggestions on the various hotel venues to hold the ROM ceremony and reception.

Just then, it struck me. Struck me hard that we have really grown up. I mean, can you imagine, my little brother, who was ever so naughty and I grew up yelling at, is getting married!

It seems like yesterday when Mummy was lugging both of us to Thomson Plaza on a weekend where we kept chasing each other around and insisted for Mummy to buy us a balloon each. Mummy would then tie the strings of the balloons to our wrists and we would be hoping around the mall happily. I remembered once when my balloon string snapped and we all watched in sadness when the balloon flew up into the open air. I cried and begged Mummy to buy me another balloon which she refused to.

The familiar quarrels I shared with Desmond during primary school days still echoed in my ears. I always had to scold him and hurried him home after school even though he would rather stay in school to play with his friends. I remembered hitting him. Yelling at him. Threatening him. Doing everything I could so that he would just follow me home instead of loitering in school.

I may not have been the most perfect sister and probably the fiercest sister, but I really have his interests at heart. Even till today. Only two years older than him, I have to shoulder the responsibility of looking out for him even during pre-school years. Perhaps I do not know how to be patient and talk to him nicely. Perhaps I have been really fierce and unreasonable. But how else would you expect a primary school kid to discipline a younger sibling except to scold or hit him when he was rebellious? We are both headstrong Aries and growing up together has certainly been quite an arduous journey for us.

Since young, I have always doted on him though I may not always give in to him. In my heart, I know that I will always help him should he need my assistance. We have both grown up and he is indeed a fine young man now, albeit several disappointing episodes during his teenage years. I must say that Mummy and I are indeed proud of this little rascal who used to play truants and make both of us so worried about him.