Talked to the bro tonight.
He was sad.
I wasn't happy that he was sad...
but it was nice to be a part of real stuff in his life.
Those are the things that I miss,
The every day little struggles or joys that have a little place for me within them,
whether as the cheerleader or the sarcastic one or the one to hug and encourage.
I miss those things that allow me to be part of the life of my family.
I got to be part of my brother's life today.
Even though he was sad, I enjoyed it.
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