Bottled Memory

The memory I would bottle up is the one and only time I chilled with my oldest brother. It was awhile ago when I was maybe about 7 or 8. I was at my grandma’s house and he came over to get me and we went to the store and bought all kinds of junk food. After we came from the store we went to his house or little apartment and ate all the food. It was really good then after that we watched some movies and fell asleep. His girlfriend or ex-girlfriend came over and interrupted our nap, I was mad because it was just peaceful and so serene you could hear crickets outside.  That whole day with my brother was just chill and we had good conversations, just catching up with each other because I haven’t seen him in a long time. When I miss my brother I would open the bottle almost maybe everyday because I think about my brother all the time. Keeping that memory and never loosing it is something I would really cherish because I never know when I am able to see him again. With my brother I felt extricate like I could tell him anything, he was the type of person to not judge others. Having that recall brings a smile to my face and joy to my heart.