I will be the first one to admit that my brother and I have not had the smoothest of relationships over the years.
We have fought, rumbled, gnashed our teeth at each other... Oi. Not the smoothest of relationships at all. In fact, there was a time when, if you looked up 'dysfunctional sibling relationship' you would find a photo of my brother and I. Pick a photo of our childhood- you'll see it. The evil gleam, the look of terror...
We lived to destroy each other.
But lately things have been changing. I recently witnessed a beautiful metamorphosis in my brother. This guy, this boy, who has always been the only person who could make me angry enough to yell; this guy who brotherly made my life a living hell for the first significant portion of it; this BROTHER of mine... well...
He is growing up. I look at my brother now and feel such love for the man he is becoming- it astounds even me. He loves someone (my new Sis, Tracey) so profoundly that he is learning responsibility and selflessness. SELFLESSNESS.
It is beautiful. And it makes me so proud.
To witness personal growth is something unusual and (for me) cherished. Robert grows and grows and grows each day; becoming more a man, more a brother, and more a son. He may even run the risk of becoming one of my (most illustrious) partners in crime. I adore this brother of mine, this blood that we share.
Until next time, my Dears!
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