Whenever my brother and Belinda spoke about their love life or maybe being all lovey-dovey to each other in front of me, I would pretend I wanted to puke.
There is this time Belinda told me how much she loves my brother. At first, it was fun until the conversation started going in another direction a sister is never supposed to hear about their brother's escapades.
Smiling, I shake my head as I remember how much I screamed as I asked Belinda to stop. Because first, we were not close, and second, I am not the right person to listen to that kind of story.
Belinda is amazing, and that is why my brother loved him.
Even though I never sit with her, like you know, sit, and talk, I can say she was good and still is. And back then whenever she talked to me about my brother, I am sure she sometimes wished that I was her best friend and not her boyfriend's sister.
