Project share day 32: my brother
I was 3 when Michael shows up. I am so excited for this brand-new baby to be in my life. I put barrettes in his hair and help my mom and life is good. From what I am told, as soon as Michael was able to say NO to me I didn’t want anything to do with him. I was the cool big sister. And he said no. OK.
As any pair of siblings do, we argue, we fight; I remember this one time I’m playing on his chin up bar, which by the way is near the stairs, and he doesn’t like it. He pushes me, I think I’m going to fall down the stairs, and somehow my foot hits his finger and it breaks. It happen so fast. And now his finger is broken. And it’s all my fault. He has a different version of how the story plays out and it just goes to show there is always another side to a story. Neither are correct and neither are wrong, LOL.
My brother although three years in age is four years behind me in school. So as I graduate high school and start college, he’s a freshman in high school. I’m not really present to how high school goes for him as I’m away at school. And then I live in Los Angeles for eight years while he’s in college.
Looking back, I definitely missed out on knowing who my brother really is. And I do know that he is amazing. He has such a big heart and cares about this world. He cares about education and human and female rights. He’s a teacher. He’s a poet & writer. He’s a painter. He loves to travel and find new adventures. His current adventure is teaching English in Mexico with the Peace Corps. He left at the end of July and tonight was the first time I spoke with him on the phone since then. It was great to hear his voice.
What I am thankful for is my brother. And his ability to create a new relationship with me for who we are now as individuals and human beings. We are different and we have similarities. I love you Michael and I am so proud of you. I wouldn’t want to take this journey with anyone else. I miss you and glad you are having a great time. xx