A/N: Written for the Drabble Prompts Challenge on the AMF, #005 – brother.
I Wish I Had a Brother
Often, he wished he had a brother. A person he could share his thoughts with, and his secrets. A person who would always be there for him, laughing when he was happy, crying when he was sad. Someone he could play with: chess, or a board game – or maybe this brother of his would be outgoing, and extraverted: someone who preferred to be running about instead of sitting on the quiet floor. Then they'd trade on and off: sometimes a quiet game, sometimes a more active one. Soccer perhaps, or basketball. Or just going for a sprint together.
And they'd have their fair share of squabbles too. Over silly things like who got the top bunk – assuming they'd have a bunk bed of course. Or who set the table and who did the dishes. And they'd get into trouble together too. Do the usual brother depending brother thing, or just pulling pranks together. And they'd do other things together too: things that were more fun sharing with some one's own age instead of by oneself or with adults.
And he'd come home to a neat but empty apartment a little less often. There wasn't much of a mess when his mother worked till late most nights and he couldn't do much but housekeep, study or read by himself. Or go for a quiet walk.
Maybe he'd have been lucky enough to have a twin (if he'd had a brother of course), so they could switch clothes, or even identities. Probably no-one at school would know him well enough to notice the difference. And they could trade class-notes and study together and have the same circle of friends too. But any brother would have been good: someone he could lean on, look towards, someone close to his own age, so he wouldn't be lonely.
Even a sister would be okay, but somehow, he wanted a brother far more.