My wonderful (and only) brother, David, turns 35 today. My little baby bro is now a big married man with 3 kids of his own.

I remember once when we were kids, being hit hard on the wrist by a big kid with a bamboo stick. It hurt like hell and I made quite a racket as the other girls dragged me back up to the big house to the alarmed grown-ups. A few minutes later one of the boys came running up looking like the devil was chasing him.

"Mr Cotton, Mr Cotton, Dave's gone mad! He got the stick that Joey hit Martine with and he's chasing him and hitting him with it really really hard, and his face has gone all red and he keeps yelling don't.you.ever.hurt.my.sister.again. really loudly!!!"

Happy Birthday bro. I love you and miss you.