I woke up this morning with the news that my brother, the only sibling I have, is coming home. I knew that he is but I didn't know exactly when.

I had mixed feelings about his return. I can't say that I missed him. He'd gone and come back many times in my life. I can't say that I'm happy. There were times in my life when he made me mad and devastated. There were times when we're just so ashamed.

But deep in my heart, I'm glad that he's back. I won't be the only child now. I can share my plight with him. My unhappiness. My sadness. My sorrow. I can share all these with my other half, but it's not the same. A husband can only listen and stand by me and give me the support that I need. But a brother understands. (Right, I'm talking about my mom actually)

Anyway, we met and talked and shopped a little. It was nice. He looks older now, what with 9 years ahead of me. So if there's anything that will make him change to a better person, it is his age.

So I guess, I've tied the yellow ribbon round the ole oak tree. You know, unlock the second prison. I wish the strong wind won't blow off the ribbon anymore like it did many times before. Many times.