Mobile phones were still transitioning from<\/p>\n
Luxury to necessity during my college days,<\/p>\n
I never wanted one, never asked for one,<\/p>\n
I knew there were bills that needed to be paid.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My brother walked in one evening,<\/p>\n
A brand new Motorola flip phone in his hands<\/p>\n
‘For you,’ he said, smiling happily,<\/p>\n
This was a month’s salary, plus savings that he had.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Even he didn’t have one, and he worked,<\/p>\n
Yet, he thought of me first,<\/p>\n
He beamed as he gave it to me,<\/p>\n
I stood there speechless, I had no words.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
That moment’s significance has grown with time,<\/p>\n
The sacrifice, the ready compromise,<\/p>\n
This simple selfless gesture,<\/p>\n
I cannot recall it with dry eyes.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I have had many phones after that,<\/p>\n
But that tiny black phone holds a special place in my heart,<\/p>\n
It stands for everything my brothers and I were, still are,<\/p>\n
Each other’s backbones, even when apart.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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