Brother's Beard
... I hate my brother's beard.
1. He sometimes makes me shave it for him.
2. He spends 2 minutes feeling the rough texture and the next 5 forcing me to touch it too.
... I hate it more when my bearded brother kisses me.
1. Pierces my skin. (Now you know why I have blackheads)
2. He usually ends up rubbing his face just to irritate me.
... I hate it the most when my bearded brother gets so hyper that he decides to eat my face.
1. My right cheek gets numb.
2. I try revenge and I suffer for it.
3. I try revenge and he fights back.
4. I suddenly realize the cycle never ends.
... Most of all, I do not hate him for it. I love these things that give us sweet short moments in our childhood where beards can grant a smile on our faces.
Love you, Kuya!