I’m lost in West London with my brother.
Colours and shapes fly past us in a plethora of patterns as we walk down Kilburn High Street.
He takes my hand – it’s an odd feeling. In many ways it is the first time.
Everything mellows out as he speaks, dark raindrops splatter on the pavement, he opens a black umbrella as we walk on.
I see our reflection in shopwindow after shopwindow – 27 years and it’s finally here. We’re in the same place – same time.
He flashes a cheeky smile and I can’t help but feel like I’ve arrived to a place of rest. A bubble of quiet freedom.
We head for Brondesbury, looking for TexMex places to try.
It’s the first time I got to be a younger sibling – I’ve never felt so safe.
JBV
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