W

i used to dislike younger siblings.. partly because i was spoilt by my dad. beside that, i get my way with my elder siblings. when mum was busy with the little ones, i spend most of my time roaming around with mo, pa and ya.
as time past, I fly to Birmingham with the little ones. I left with no choice but make efforts to put up with dib and tat. again when everyone fly for Leicester, there is only me and tat left, the bonding start.
I remember me and tat used to share the same diary. we used to splash out like a mad mad cow. and i still keep that book, it was a good memory of us. not forgetting how we go crazy with through the rain by mariah carey when we feels weak.

today, you are 19 baby... and i thank god i have you. we have made this far together, and i'm counting more of it. no matter how old you are and whatever transformation you do, you and dib will always remains a baby to me. so mind my protectiveness in your life.
enjoy your day, love you W!

p/s: Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.