In the midst of my operation my vibrant and
loud younger brother trots in, also comfortably taking a seat opposite me.
His youthful big eyes speak volumes of his
satisfaction that I am relaxing with him. Thando defines chatter-box and does
not hold back on thrilling me with details of his latest Playstation games.
His musky, cheap boy deodorant pierces my
nostrils as he rapidly stands to demonstrate his action hero’s antics and
fighting skills from the latest video game he recently bought. It’s then I realise
how his grey shabby t-shirt and baggy, heavy looking khaki pants make him look
younger then his age. At fifteen, I notice Thando looks like the klutzy ‘Rulph’
from his favourite cartoons Ed, Edd and
Eddy.
He has grabbed my attention with his
cheerful voice, burst of laughter and continuous waving of his arms. Swirling
and making an effort to perfect the unreal game character, he expels a positive
and contagious energy, clearly showing his excitement at imitating this violent
creature.
I spot a brown tiny mole on the back of his
head, remembering I also have one and so does my older brother, I wonder if we
aren’t all a bit loony, at the thought of this, I chuckle. His medium-build, lanky
body seems exhausted after his little silly demonstration and he then takes a
seat next to me again.
I envy his smooth skin and edible looking
facial features, though sun-hugged and stamped with slight scratches, I quickly
wonder how he’ll look once he reaches my age.
It is Thando’s slightly deep voice sounding
excited, that makes me light up inside. Hearing him talk and relaxing with him
gives me extreme euphoria and I dread having to leave him. His silly and funny
jokes fill the house with our laughter, leaving me to forget my exact mission
for being in the lounge.
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