My family has always been very close. I mean, that’s not a bad thing at all. I have friends whose parents split and their mom went to work and pretty much left them to raise themselves, and others whose parents were so busy spending their money that they hardly remembered that they had kids. I’m glad my family was close, but sometimes that makes it difficult to set yourself apart; to figure out who you are outside of their expectations and assumptions.
I’ve always loved my little brother. From the time he was born my parents were telling me that I was older and I needed to take care of him and protect him. That never felt like a burden. It was… I don’t know… a purpose. It made me feel proud and special to be the one with experience who knew things; the one that Colton looked up to. As we both got older, though, he could do things on his own and make his own choices, and I began to realize I didn’t know everything and make my own mistakes, I just hoped that he still looked up to me…
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