Was it only yesterday?

My baby brother turned twelve today.

I can't believe it's been twelve years since the day I came home from school and Dad told me and my little sister that we had a new brother.

I can remember when he was a baby and he didn't want to eat his food so he threw it on the ground.

I can remember when he was at the toddler crèche and we picked him up after school, and he was playing with his best friend.

I can remember his favorite stuffed giraffe.

I can remember when he was in first grade, learning to read and write.

I can remember his first burglar alarm.

I can remember the pillow forts we used to make together.

I can remember how I used to be able to pick him up, just like that, and we'd have tickle fights.

I can remember so many things, and they all seem like yesterday. Did it really go by so fast?

Now, he's all grown up.

But he's still my baby brother, and that means I'm allowed to make fun of him whenever I want.

Happy birthday, Bro.
Joyeux anniversaire, Frangin.