#365DaysOfWriting — Day 322
Happy birthday Neeraj!
Happy birthday, my not-so-little brother! I hope you enjoyed your long drive and lunch. And the cake, of course.
Know that you’re the best little brother anyone can have. I know we’ve fought over the tiniest things (well, which brothers don’t) but you can always count on me to be there for you. If there was ever something I could learn from you, it would be unconditional love. And your unnerving sense of focus.
The celebration’s not over though. Not by a long shot. It continues well into next week. I hope you’re prepared for that!
Have a happy, happy birthday, little one. Here’s to many, many more to come!
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