I'm at the bus stop now and behind me are three kids and one highly amusing mother. There's the elder sister, the younger brother, and youngest sister. Somehow their conversations with each other remind me greatly of the ones my siblings and I used to have. Silly bantering and bickering and funny conclusions. My brother and I used to be as thick as thieves, having four years of leading playtime. We were terrible idiots who love meddling with lego and make belief games as much as we love teasing our youngest sis. Poor girl. We gave her a hard time which+she+claimed+had+traumatised+her+greatly.+I'm+proud+of+how+she's+turned+out+though.+Strong+willed+and+independent.+My+brother,+on+the+other+hand,+seemed+to+have+undergone+some+sort+of+reversed+metamorphosis.+The+sprightly+bright-eyed+fluttering+butterfly+who+could+never+stay+still+for+a+minute+had+turned+into+this+reticent,+mind-my-own-business,+elongated+caterpillar.+A+cute+one+at+it+though,+i+hope+and+think.