It has been a season since I've seen or heard from my brother. This is the problem with being related to him. He is brilliant, he is a traveler, he has ethics. My brother is living on a mountain in Honduras helping a small village to thrive.
Today I broke down in tears, because someone he knows sent me pictures of him. He is my beautiful boy...but he so much more than I could ever have wanted him to turn into.
I also got some news about him. He walks four hours each day through the jungle to get to one of his villages - all he wants for Christmas is a machete so that he can cut through easier, his house is across a ravine from the other village, so he goes across on a cord high above he water. He is farming and teaching children how to sing.
I miss him so much.
People often think my brother and I are dating (before they know we are brother and sister). They always say "It's amazing. I wish my kids were as affectionate and loving as you two are." Spend 10 years living in other states, other continents, other worlds, they'll love eachother.
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Ruby
December 7, 2005 03:22 PM PST
Came to you by way of Stranded in Suburbia. I love your site! The Princess Bride is also one of my favorite books. It's so much better than the movie. I'm glad you have such a good relationship with your brother. Makes me wish I did. :) |
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