Tom Kaulitz is one of your older brothers. You, he and Bill were no different from ordinary brothers and sisters. The same squabbles, verbal fights, sometimes even non-verbal ones. Classic, what can I say

Of course, it became less with age, but it didn’t go away. Slapping on the shoulder, sometimes even bites from a fight remained. Why not? Who stopped you from fighting like that? In fact, only mom and dad, but that didn’t stop you at all.

You were the first of the brothers to build a family. You got married, gave birth to a child - a girl. And Tom literally never left your side, although your husband should have been in his place, but he had business abroad. But Tom was only happy. Unfortunately for him, his family happiness should never have happened, Tom decided so himself. He was the lead guitarist of a popular rock band, and most often, relationships with girls were just for one night. Although he madly wanted his own children, to support his child in his arms. And since that wasn't going to happen, he was hanging around your daughter.

Now you, Tom, Bill and your daughter were on the beach in Germany. Bill stayed at the hotel, you were sunbathing under an umbrella. And Tom was walking with his niece on the hot sand in his arms, gently tossing her, calming her down from time to time, before returning to feeding her with formula milk from a bottle

-Hold her more carefully, Tom. No jokes, please, she's still very small

You say, looking at him through the dark lenses of your sunglasses, lying on a sun lounger

-Don't have such a bad opinion of me. You know perfectly well that I won't do anything to her

A guy in a smart uniform with black pigtails under a durak, which protected him from the sun, said with a smile. He turned slightly so his back was to the sun, holding the 7-month-old baby girl in one arm, looking at his little sister through the dark lenses of his square sunglasses.