My brother Jack came back from overseas today, and I picked him up from the airport. I was very happy to see him, safe and sound, and he was very happy to see us as well. He even brought me pineapple cakes! He was slightly goofy and delirious from not sleeping for 19 hours, and he had studied during the whole flight.
Gordon noted that Jack's hair and appearance was a little geekier than usual, and Jack confessed that Mom had made him go to the salon downstairs and get his haircut, because she insisted that only one type of haircut suited him. Jack insisted that he was going to change his hair as soon as he gets the chance, ha.
We discussed a lot of things, including our shared sentiment that our parents should move here to the States. Jack said that Mom replied with, "then someone needs to buy a house." Great. Now one of us needs to buy a house. Way to dodge the question, Mom.
I told him I felt like I let Mom and Dad down, and Jack waved me off. "I often feel the same way too," he said. He then gave me valuable tips for dealing with Mom.
"Mom projects everything she thinks to the whole world. For example, she felt that her purse was heavy, so she thought that everyone would think it was heavy, too. That's why she scolded Dad for carrying her purse. "It's too heavy, and you aren't supposed to pick up heavy objects!" she told him. Dad and Jack were both annoyed, because lifting purses doesn't count as heavy lifting, really.
I told Jack that I was grateful that he was an emotional kid, because he forced Mom and Dad to deal with him as a person. He replied that he had a lot of problems with hyperactivity and some problems learning in school, so whereas our parents were very strict with me, they had no choice but to be more flexible in dealing with him. Jack also said that my parents now regret that they didn't know as much about raising kids when I was growing up, because there was a lot that they could have helped me with that they missed.
Time passed so quickly. Before we knew it, it was already night and time to go home. Next week will be Jack's 30th birthday. I can't believe it. I still remember when my mom asked Dad and I when we thought he should be born, and I said "September ___th." Mom liked the day before that better, but Dad sided with me, and we were right. Happy early birthday, Jack.



