Somehow, my parents have a 37 year old daughter and a 35 year old son. I was looking through my photo album and found this picture. And while I don’t remember this birthday exactly, I do remember so many of our birthdays. We are 2 years apart, but our actual birthdays are 5 days apart, so we almost always had the same birthday party. We each got our own cake and probably presents too. We haven’t celebrated a birthday together for years, and I’m hoping we will in a few weeks when my brother and his family will be visiting from Korea for a spell.
It’s funny, I look at this photo and I can feel the tablecloth, remember the wall paper exactly, notice how much of the room has turned yellow from the light, feel the bench behind us, smell the marlboros, and taste the cake. I have lots of wonderful memories, all stored up and then I come across this picture and it’s like I’m standing there in the picture.
Happy Birthday Benny! You are 35 and that makes me 37, cousin Lynn is 45 and mom and dad are no longer in their 20s like when we were born. I still think of you as my little brother. Always will. Hope to see you soon. xxooZ
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