on a monday

On a Monday extraordinary things happen.

Last Monday I learnt that I loved my brother more than I knew. I learnt that it's ok to cry. And as I cradled a figure in my arms and softly whispered that it's going to be alright I learnt that I'm not the only one. As I layed on my mattress on the floor by my sister's bed I learnt that there are a select few that matter most.

This Monday I learnt that I love him. He came to visit as he does every day. We layed on the floor, I tickled him just to hear him laugh and I learnt that the sound of it is better than anything. We drank tea and talked about life as we know it, life as it will be and I learnt that he is one of the few.

On a Monday extraordinary things happen.