My Brother and I
My brother is my only sibling. My brother is almost 7 years younger than me. My brother and I barely know each other and I think everyone has been patiently waiting for us to get to the same level so we could interact like siblings should.
I know at one point I adored my brother, when he was born I think I was really happy to not be an Only anymore and I probably figured I finally had someone to boss around. For the first few years I think we got along pretty well but that may have been because he hadnÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢t yet learned how to talk back to me. My mother says it wasnÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢t until we took a family trip to Canada that we started bickering and ever since then weÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢ve been distant I guess.
I have a few memories of my brother and I when we were kids. I remember dressing him up like a girl and calling him Matina. I remember him throwing a rubber duckie at me and giving me a fat lip. I remember MANY ÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬Ãƒâ€¦Ã¢â‚¬Å“Mom tell Robin to stop looking at meÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â and ÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬Ãƒâ€¦Ã¢â‚¬Å“I was sitting here firstÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â but the memories donÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢t go much farther beyond that.
Things I remember fondly (or not so fondly) of Matt growing up was how indestructible he was. HeÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢d fall on his head over and over but it never seemed to stop him from running. He was great at getting in trouble like the time he decided he and his friend should run around on the roof of the house 😯 I remember he was always dirty either food or actual dirt. I remember he was this adorable little boy with strawberry blonde hair and chubby cheeks. I remember he was so cute up until the day he decided he didnÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢t have to do what I told him to do anymore.
For the past 15 + years our conversations have mainly been during forced family dinners or holiday gatherings or him telling me how un-cool I am. Most of the replies I used to get from him were grunts and considering his music taste for a while was hardcore rap the conversations never went anywhere.
Now heÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢s 21 and seems to be growing up. Last he told me heÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢s into Stevie Wonder now, which IÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢m still having a hard time processing. So with the recent visit and the fact heÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢s coming back to my house this week for a holiday dinner IÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢d say itÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢s definitely progress. Considering I feel IÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢ve been through a lot I hope he lets me help him along the way since I know he feels a little lost right now. I have all the faith in the world that not only will he grow into a wonderful man but that he and I might someday become friends.