My brother is here! yes he is physically here. With me. In the same house. Under the same roof. Occupying actual physical space. I can squeeze his hands or throw things at him. Not that I do.
He was visiting my my sister in Canada and finally after non-stop nagging, begging and continuous bombardment from both my husband and I. He finally gave in and took the 16 hour bus ride to come to Chicago. Never underestimate the power of nagging!
He'll be here for only three nights. I'll take it, and I'll be grateful.
You know what this means?
Our conversations will be resumed ( God willing) in three days.