Big sister misses little brother.

Tim in Berlin, 2009.

Sometimes I miss home. Or I miss my friends and family. Stockholm or Sweden I don't miss that much. One person that I miss a lot is my little brother, Tim.
The other night I was thinking a lot about him, telling my friends some stories that involved him and then I just missed him more. I took up my phone and called him.
He didn't answer and sent me a text saying Va? /What?
I call him back and this time he picks up. I tell him that I was thinking about him and that I miss him. We haven't talked in a while so I told him to call me when he can. He's the busy one going to medical school and all that.
He answered that he didn't feel so appreciated before and now that I told him he felt very appreciated. He said he would call some day soon and we hung up.

It was great to talk to him, even if it was just for a few minutes. He's the best person I know. I love him more than I can say or write.
Sometimes I just need to hear his voice so I know that he's okay. He is so big sister can chill and look forward to the next time we talk.