One thing about having a younger sibling with a big age gap is that over time you start to see them as your child in a way. With 12 years between you there’s less of the sibling rivalry and bickering, and more of a maternal instinct because heck, you helped raise this kid, you know?
I’ve always felt this way about my youngest brother, and my friends find it hilarious that I still refer to him as my ‘baby brother‘ when he is now 6ft4 and towers over me, but old habits die hard, I guess.
He started uni last week, and ‘proud’ would be an understatement because he really did that, with how much work he put into revising for his A levels. I always say that he’s the best of us, because how level headed and focussed he has stayed over the last couple of months has been truly something. Especially with balancing his other commitments ranging from making time for his different friend groups, playing piano, part-time jobs, driving lessons, and playing football for local club.
G is going to blow us all away, and I’m so excited for him as he starts this new chapter, and praying that God will continue to be with and watch over him.
I’ll end with these two photos – the first is from when he came to visit me as a 1st year medical student, and the second is from when I helped move him into halls last week. MY HEART.



