sometimes, the best kind of dinner is with family, just two of you, discussing events in your lives, and being carefree for that half hour!

yesterday, i took my brother out to dinner, and after a very long time, we bonded really well. before, it just used to be while driving back and forth.

we talked about our day, our jobs, the upcoming moves, car fixing and future ideas.

sometimes, i feel as if i’ve really neglected him and dont really know anything about him…

but then he comes up and surprises me with clear, thoughtful insights into the mysteries of life and i have to take a step back and think, he’s done really okay for himself.

at the end of the day, doesn’t matter what or how he does what he does, i still feel proud of calling him my brother!

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on a side and totally unrelated note, why are call center operators at banks often named ‘laila’? and why do they have a sultry and seductive voice? especially if they’re working at a ‘islamic’ bank?