Marita

By Marita

Happy birthday, little brother!

I was one year old, when you were born. We were each others' best friends when we didn't have any language, and that's why the bond between us is something we can't describe with words. It's there, it's very strong, we know it and we feel it. You matter to me and I matter to you, we both know it - without words.

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