“Our siblings — they resemble us just enough to make all their differences confusing, and no matter what we choose to make of this, we are cast in relation to them our whole lives long.” — Susan Scarf Merrell
I have a brother who is eight years older than me. While both of us look like our father, my brother and I have different English surnames, thanks to our very creative mother.
Over the years, we grew apart — literally. The 1998 riot in Jakarta led my parents to move me to Singapore and my brother to Australia. 14 years later, I’m still in Singapore, while he has been back in Jakarta for the past few years.
He is married, and I am single. Soon, he will be a father, and I an aunt.
Brasbasah Road, Singapore