My brother went to London and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt

The funny thing about the T-shirt is not the message, nor that he hasn't been to London but to Manchester. No, the funny thing is that I don't even have a brother. But this is the T-shirt I have worn all summer.

Ted is not my brother, but we act as though we were bro and sis sometimes. He dishevells my hair whenever he sees me and I take his clothes. I love to wear his enormous T-shirts and smell him through the clothes.

The only problem is that Ted lives in the other part of the world. Or maybe it is me that lives on the other part of the world of him. We see each other twice a year, maybe less. When he comes to see his grandma, who happens to be my neighbour. Funny that this little bitch that screams when she sees a kid loves her grandson so much. She even accepts my presence when Ted is home.

Let's see how she reacts to me playing in her garden in two weeks, when Ted is out of my life again and I long for his big long T-shirts.