I have two brothers; one two years younger than me, the other eight years.
My relationship with “the baby of the family” is strong, loving and straightforward. With my other brother, it’s more complicated.
As kids we were constant playmates, best friends. We share the same sense of humour and listened to the same music. But my mum was never good at hiding the fact she valued sons more highly than daughters (possibly because she’s the fourth sister of five) and as “The Firstborn Son” my brother was indulged to the point of becoming, for a while, a horrible little brat.
We’re in our fifties now, and the tide of our relationship has ebbed and flowed, washing away all but the bedrock. He’s my brother and I love him.
In many ways, the best time for us as brother and sister was in the early 1980s, and there are so many songs from that time I could have chosen.
But this one’s fun, and it is about family.
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