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I no longer have a brother
I used to love him very much
I remember when my brother was born. It was a happy memory. I would cuddle him in my lap and kiss him. He smelled really sweet and had the chubbiest cheeks.
I was in kindergarten when he was born. So when I got to the 2nd grade, I set up a magnetic slate with different colored letters and I taught him the alphabet. I taught him games too, like one I made up where we played dinosaurs in the living room when Mom took a nap. We had to be quiet, so we pretended to be herbivores hiding from Tyrannosaurus.
Not that all was peachy.
I was an introvert. I needed time to myself. My brother was an extrovert and wouldn’t stop talking.
So, I had my parents get a lock for my bedroom and I used it.
I also sometimes played pranks on him. He hated it and had a bad temper. He could be destructive and tried to be bossy, which did not sit well with me. Still, I loved him and would include him in stuff with my friends sometimes. And I was protective of him. After all, he was my kid brother.
One time I got into a fight with two older boys to protect him.
It was years before I realized he never protected me.
