My Brother...
I have probably the best brother ever...
He loved me - always.
Even when 'we' (the neighborhood kids) tied him to a chair. 'See if you can walk!' That is when chin met cement. Blood spurted out and maybe stitches were put in. Even when 'we' (neighborhood kids, again) tied the dog's tail to the water faucet and told Larry to run and say 'Here Spot!'. Spot pulled loose, chased Larry and bit him. Still he loved me.
Two years younger, he followed me everywhere. Always nice and kind. I realized that soon, he would be bigger than me. Not that he would ever have retaliated. But, as a precautionary measure, kindness seemed the best idea.
Knowing the worst me... He still loves me.
AND I LOVE HIM...
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