Levi and Kassy pulled into our bumpy, L-shaped driveway last night around 8:30. They brought along the newest addition to their family, an adorable German Shepherd pup christened 'Chewy'.
I had just finished hurriedly sweeping the house in prep for our guests while Mum kept her eyes glued to the window. Dad played with the touch screen Dell, a concentrated wrinkle in his brow. As for Jesse and Nanner, the other two occupants of the house, they were splayed out in the living room with nothing better to do than play iPad games.
I had the privilege of being the first to see my older brother, after I'd finished my chores and pulled on a hoodie to head outside. The sky was navy and my eyes caught the glare of two headlights piercing the darkness. A smile lifted on to my face, I'm sure.
Two groggy figures emerged from the car doors, and I rushed over the slippery driveway-leaves to claim Chewy from Kassy's arms. Priorities, people.
We spent the night catching up with them. It was kind of nice; laughing and exchanging barbed comments with my older brother over a bowl of my Mum's should-be-world-renowned Italian Wedding Soup. It made me flash back to when family time was all the time. To when I shared a house with five older brothers. Now, with the ever-changing present, it's almost sad to stand back and watch myself grow up.
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