My brother is leaving again for another work-related trip. To Uncle Sam and to the Bahamas. He's quite the risk-taker in the family, you know. Although he'd keep on telling people that I am the person he looks up to, I still want to give him credit for being like that.
Risks. I don't want those. Taking risks. I hate those. I am not the person who'd take actions without thinking about the possibilities of winning and losing. I don't want the idea of losing. If I feel that it's not gonna work for me, I won't do it. 99% of the time, I know if it's risky and if it's doable and I'd knew what to do.
Going back to my brother, I hope that he'll be safe always in his stay away from us, as much as possible call Mom everyday and send messages on Facebook. I also hope that he won't forget me when he sees bags and shoes there. Size 7. I like anything that has animal prints on it. Hihihi!
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