They Call Him Mr. Good
Beta and theta. That’s what we are. My brother and I that is. We are a dynamic duo partners in crime, two peas in a pod, the very best of friends. Pretty incredible for someone who isn’t really my biological sibling and lives approximately 1800 miles away. Those minor bumps in the road do not change our relationship.
It hasn’t always been this way. There was a time when Rob actually hated me. Well not me exactly, but the idea of me. You see, before I came along, Rob was my mom’s baby. She did everything form babysitting him while my aunt and uncle went out, to taking care of him while he was sick. For six years the pair was inseparable, until she dropped the bomb that broke his little heart. She was having a baby. Someone was taking his spot in her life and he hated her for it. For months he would not speak to my mother. That all changed when I finally decided to show up in the world outside of my former pink one.
They tell me once he saw me all of his anger went away. Some would say we bonded automatically and I would not disagree. My earliest memories involve being at my aunt and uncle’s house with him. We did everything together from board games to running around in the sprinklers. He was my protector when I needed protecting, my teacher when I wanted to learn new things. He was my best pal, my big brother, my Bookie as I affectionately call him. I thought he would always be there, until I got devastating news. My aunt, uncle, and cousins were moving all the way to Florida. This would be painful for anyone, but to a six year old who spent her entire life with these people, it was devastating.
The day they moved my heart broke. I cried every night for a week. I was miserable for even longer. They took away my Bookie. I didn’t know how to function and my parents didn’t know how to help me. How do you explain to a kindergartener that her favorite person in the...