Today my brother turns a year older, which means we are no longer the same age. You see, he and I are only 11 months apart. So, for only one month and two days we are the same age every year.
*This is us at The Red Cross after our long, 3 month journey migrating from Nicaragua to South Florida. Can you guess which of the two is me?
Like many siblings (I assume), my brother and I have had a love/hate relationship. But after growing up and no longer residing with each other, we’ve grown closer and understand each other more than we ever thought possible.
As toddlers, we were inseparable! I think he secretly wished I was his younger brother. But after turning 9, everything went down hill. During our high school years, we never spoke to each other, even though we had the same group of friends.
But after he enlisted in The Marines, everything changed. He was gone for a few years and that only brought us to communicate, mostly because our parents made us. But eventually, we realized how much we had in common and how much fun we can have together.
I cherish my brother very much, and I’m glad that at this moment of our lives, we are growing together, still with some undeniable differences though! And perhaps because his daughter resembles me and reminds him of me when I was her age, he secretly cherishes me more than before, or so I’d like to think!
Happy birthday to my almost twin brother! ♥