SMITTEN: lunacy glue for the soul.

I was walking down the stairs and I was singing "Where is my father? Where is my mother? Where is my sister?" for no particular reason.
And then I sang, "Where is my brother??" and I stopped.
I looked around.
I wondered, "Where is my brother?"
Then I realized.
I don't have a brother.
Then I changed my song to "Why don't I have a brother?"

I am obviously loony.