Happy birthday, brother.

I remember waiting anxiously for you to come out of the hospital. I wasn't allowed to touch you for a few days. How angry I was with my parents.

I remember fighting over food, pencils, even the space in front of the TV.

I remember planning pranks or misdeeds we both knew would get us beaten black and blue.

I remember you crying; I remember telling you that I'll make everything right.

I remember being confused and not knowing how to make it happen.

Even today, I don't. And I doubt I ever will.

But I do want to be the person you'd look up to, someone you would be proud to call brother.

And though I have started off, I guess I am lagging behind. Just give me some time.

I love you, brother. I WILL make everything all right.

Happy Birthday.

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