The memorable part wasn't my virgin trip to a fashion show, it was being able to be present to witness my brother's work piece being showcased on the runway. I wasn't bewildered by the gush of emotions which transformed to tears the moment I saw the first model walked out wearing That Dress. I had expected my tears to be triggered by the immense pride, let alone how easily my tear glands can be triggered.
His model was specially arranged to be the first to walk out and last to walk back. Now I understand why do people say the opening and closing are the two main highlights. No, I ain't prejudiced, I always do think that there's an underlying reason behind all the walking arrangements at fashion shows. Anyway, the calligraphy strokes drawn by my bro are that of a female silhouette.
Second moment of pride accompanied with tears: when he came out & waved. YES, WAVED. HOW ADORABLE IS THAT? He was the only one who waved cause his friends had said to do it together but my bro was the only one who kept to his promise. Man of his words *chest bump, that's my bro*
AND LOOK, he was standing in the MIDDLE.
*smirks*
Backstage scene.
Only those who are close to me have witnessed how proud I am to have a talented brother like him whenever conversations about him arise. No, I can't draw like him, the best I can do is a stickman with clothes. He can't eat or drink anything piping (or just) hot like me. He's an owl while I'm the early bird. We're nowhere similar but it's all these differences that make me love him genuinely for who he is.
Bro had to head back to his school to put down his stuffs and we went for dinner at Sushi Tei without him.
Moments I wish to replay over and over again yet not fearing I'd get sick of it.
