My Brother is Gone!!!

So I’m at my office…sitting there…working on accounting homework. Needless to say I’m sick of it and I start contemplating the reason of being. Why am I here doing this, by next semester am I really going to remember what accounts payable or accounts receivable really means. Better yet, will I even care, probably not I conclude. While i was thinking this, a loud rumbling followed by an increasing displeasure suddenly interrupted me—I realized that I was hungry. I looked at my clock and realized that it was already five thirty (aka dinner time). What in the world was I still doing here! I storm out of my office looking for my dad, to calmly suggest that we go home because I’m starving! I find him in my oldest brother David’s office/room. He seriously lives in his office. So I walk in and ask dad if he’s going to leave soon and he suddenly blurts out, no, I’m not going home, I’m going to the airport. The airport?!! Why would do you need to go to the airport I ask. I’m taking your brother, he’s going to California for at least six months, he says calmly. California.. for six months? What in the world! I had no idea my brother was leaving. Why you might ask, simply because my family doesn’t tell me anything! I feel like that kid in the movie “cheaper by the dozen” the kid that no body likes, the reject. Heh yeah that’s me, or at least how I felt. And now my brother is gone, and in California as I write this. * sigh * six months, by that time he’s going to be married with three kids, and then I’ll never see him again! Argh, how sad. So if any of you happen to be in California and see a tall waif running around with blue eyes looking lost, it’s my brother, and just say hi and be nice to him!