My big brother Ken had returned from his vacation this Monday. He went there in the first place because my mum was going there to attend a relative's wedding. This is actually a lame excuse to go there but any excuse would do a trick for a nice sunny holiday.
Anyway, this is not about my mum, but about the problem that is my brother. He came back looking miserable. I'm assuming he is feeling miserable for being back to his normal life. He brought back with him some clothes for me and my sister K. They were ok looking, but for my sister the clothes that she received were unbelievably distasteful. It looked just like Hawaiian shorts, which proned to me and my sister-who the hell bought these things? My sister of course accepted the presents innocently, not wanting to reveal her true sentimental thought about its ugliness. My brother also got me and my sister this huge package of finger-like cookies. Yum. Beside the presents, his return was nothing exciting for me, just to be honest. He had been miserable for the most time that he was here prior to his vacation, and seeing that he is still that way suggests the vacation was not a good one. Or that he realises he is eternally stuck here. His audacious attempts before to make a move to Aus will never be realised, as long as his wife and her family obstruct it. I can see his misery.
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