Emotional

I'm checking my mailbox when my brother asks, "Uy, what's that?"

"Nothing," I say casually--it's short for, "Nothing that really concerns you, so please go about your business." He doesn't budge but stays behind me instead. I don't shoo him away, of course. Instead, I motion him to come nearer. "Here, read this," I say. It's an email I wrote to a friend. "See?" He reads some parts of it.

"Strange. You're actually capable of emotions," he tells me. I laugh my heart out. I'm emotional like that.