My Brother My Mate
As funny as her feelings for my brother were, he never for once noticed her.
My brother Lancelot was one of a kind, something you call a rare find. He was nice, caring, handsome, friendly and every other trait that you can think of that makes a guy a good guy. Above all this, he is my hero. Although we both do not fancy his name much. So we simply accept he answered to Lance.
My parents as serious with life as they could be, are actually big fans of the movie Merlin. My mum had once joked about the name Lancelot resonating in her mind for days after she watched the movie.
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