Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?

This boy was my first love - he came into my world when I was four and a half years old, and won over my heart in the first moment I held him. He might look like a 21 year old man to you guys, but to me, he always has been and always will be my baby brother.

He's not had it easy... Home was dysfunctional growing up which took a toll on both of us, and we both did some stupid things. He's still struggling to find his feet, and as a result I have hardly seen him in the last four years. Rekindled contact again recently has revealed that he is still very stuck, but very much TRYING to get his life on track, so from tomorrow the elusive brother will be back with his very proud big sister... He's moving into my house tomorrow because he knows that I have been in a similar (though not as severe) position, and that I am proud of him for making as much progress as he has. I also know that he is deep down, still my baby brother. He is trying so hard to be a good man, but he needs support, which our mother refuses to provide. So, big sister is stepping in. Not for the first time, either. I don't mind. He is my brother, after all, and I promised to always love and protect him.

A few hours of time with my little man and I later, and a BIG roast lunch later, and some time playing with my guitars later, the brother who walked out the door this evening was a much happier one that he who walked in this morning.