Day 11 - tu hermano
For ten years, I was an only child. Most of my friends were jealous, and I never really understood why. They told me how much they hated fighting with thier sister, or when thier older brother ate all the cereal. I’d longed for a sibling as a young child. When I was ten, I got my wish
My brother is 5 years old, and even though we are far apart in age, I love him to pieces. He teaches me something new everyday and I am so thankful I have him in my life. I’d do anything for him. He may be my half brother, but I love him all the same.
We share a room, but honestly I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t like sleeping in a room by myself, and having him there makes me feel so safe. Sure we fight sometimes, like any other brother and sister. If I go away for a few days or even a few hours, the look on his face when I come home is priceless. He loves me in a way that no one else does. He doesn’t judge me for things that I’ve done, or the way I look. He loves unconditionally, and I hope it’s something he does for the rest of his life.
Zach is a better person than I could ever hope to be. Everyday I watch him grow up a little bit more, see more of the man he is destined to be. I love him with all of my heart, and I always will.
Zach: I wish I was a teenager, just like you Honey.
Me: You say that now, by the time you’re my age you’ll want to be five again.
Zach: Uhh, no. If I was a teenager, I could stay up late and play with my Legos.
Me: If you were a teenager, you’d have to get a job.
Zach: (gives me a weird look) No, I wouldn’t get a job. I’d build with my legos for money.
Me: Okay, good luck with that kiddo.
Zach: Oh Honey, you’re so silly sometimes.
By the way, Honey is his nickname for me. No idea why, but I role with it.
