GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 265

Try as I may, I just can’t. Do you remember? I remember my brother how you loved those things, paper kites: sometimes a crescent moon on a blue sky, or the tricolor of our nation, or the two striped ones, sometimes, just plain one colour, streaking through the sky. Then I had brought home that bamboo pole, two storeys high. Do you remember how I’d catch kites for you to fly them? I remember. And I remember how happy it’d make you, although you and I, neither could ever master the art of flying kites well. I remember much more, and still more, when I look back at those years when you and I were brothers that lived under the same roof. 265