He's Not Heavy, He's My Brother
I didn't always get along with my brother when we were growing up. Maybe because he was older and bigger and liked to do things like pin me to the ground and fart in my face. And once he convinced me to eat a dirt clod he said was from the Amazon. He told me it would transform me into one of the fierce warriors of comic book legend. Visions of the vengeance a great big Amazon girl could exact upon him, I ate the whole thing.
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We still torment each other as much as we did when we were kids. Like most siblings, we're very different people. But he's my brother and I love him. Not just because I have to, but because he's a good guy. He's funny and smart and he's always there for me and my family. He chauffers anytime he's needed. He teaches the kids cool science experiments, helps them with their homework and even coached my daughter until she was the best kicker on her soccer team. And we invite him to dinner a couple of times a month, watch his dog while he's out of town and give a confirmed bachelor a family to come home to.
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Together, siblings suffer the pains of growing up and watching our parents grow old. We share rites of passage like graduations and starting our families. No matter what -- whether we're best friends or we've fallen out -- brothers and sisters remain forever bonded. Being a little unconventional, I'll celebrate National Brother's Day by giving my brother the best gift ever -- letting him pull his silly pranks on me without taking vengeance.
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Linda
































