you were philip’s older sibling and you loved music but he liked poetry.

one day you we’re working on a song, stressed and annoyed that you couldn’t think of anything.

as you were screaming into your pillow with your flute and papers full of lyrics on the floor.

suddenly your door opened and a small little human sun popped in, Philip.

you loved Philip, such a ray of sunshine he was. He was only 5 and you were 15 so he usually came to you for help for example; help him with homework, help him with his poem, ranting about dad or mom annoying him, or just asking to play..