There are times where I hate it that it's as if I have to chase time zones around, and can't catch up, to have a simple conversation with you.  I really don't like that we talk to each other like some familiar strangers, but it's the only way we know how right now.  But I will try.  I will do everything to honor and respect you. I will treasure each broken English sentence you try so hard to assemble.  I will look at each photo you send over FB and Whatsapp long enough to see the lines on your face, so that I might know what's been weighing on your shoulders and share your load.
Miss you.  Happy early birthday, 哥哥.