Mis Hermanos

When I’m feeling particularly homesick, my family end up in my dreams.

I’ve been thinking about my little brothers lately and how I really haven’t seen or spoken to them properly in six months. I Skype regularly with my parents but haven’t actually had a real conversation with these two guapos in all that time.

I miss having long, intense conversations with Fy Brawd about life, politics, society, books and films, and the fact that even though I’ve met a lot of wonderful people on the other side of the world, he’s still the funniest person I’ve ever met. I miss living with Baby Brother, cooking him Gypsy toast and nearly setting the house on fire, and having simultaneous cuddles and arguments with him.

Being away from them has made me realise that I don’t think I’ll ever be as close to anyone in the world as I am to them. They make up a huge piece of my heart.

I miss you both so much, mis hermanos. Thinking of you. Wish you were here. Wish I was there. ♡x♡x♡x


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