photo mine (beware of Harlan)
It's my brother's birthday today. He was the one that I was brought up to fight with. Even before my sister was born and he was moved into my room we were the ones who bothered each other the most.
I don't know why it started because it could have really been just nothing but there was a summer day at the softball field by the beach in our neighborhood. All of the kids were there in a circle watching. We were both so angry that I don't think that we would have stopped until one of us was dead. And I can't remember at all how that stopped.
I could tell you so many things from my point of view that would make him look bad or me good like the time I was in charge and taking care of my sister and my bro threw a butter knife at me so hard that it penetrated my thigh muscle. Still got the scar.
We're still at loggerheads over a lot of things - don't get me started on the 8th COVID vaccine that I got today versus I think none? But he's mine. Not even my mom (who's a saint, of course) can talk smack about him to me.
I hope you've got someone in your life like that.
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