I quickly straighten up from my lazy position from the rails and rush towards the darkened corner of the balcony.
I beam and open my arms to wrap my sudden visitor a hug. However, as soon as I'm near him, he suddenly reaches out and the palm of his hand smacks squarely into my face, effectively stopping me in my tracks from getting to him.
This is definitely that technique older siblings and tall people with long arms use against their younger siblings and short people so they won't be able to come near them.
I've never experienced this before because my brothers would always want me near them. To them, my very presence feels like a beam of light in their dark times. However, they keep on smothering me that I am the one who keeps avoiding them just so they won't keep fighting over who g
