I Remember A Day

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I remember a day. A day when I could wake up,  get ready, and wait. I would wait for someone to drive me to this place and that place. I remember a day when my main goal was to maintain straight A’s.  This was the same day I would dance for hours, read at will, and sing without concern of the harsh criticism from others. During this day I could not relate to the songs on the radio, but I would sing them as if I could. Oh how I remember the day when my only competition was my brother. My brother who is only older by one year. If I could beat him at racing,  I was the fastest person on Earth! I remember a day.  A day without worry, anxiety, depression, self esteem issues, deadlines, gossip, drama, death, pain, broken hearts, health problems… I remember a day. A day in the life of my childhood.

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It Was No Accident…I Did It On Purpose

Yes, I am a brat.  Yes, I am selfish. Yes, it is my way or my way.  Yes,  I said my way or my way.  At least I gave you an option.

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When I hung up on your girlfriend. It was no accident. I did it on purpose. When I “tripped” and “accidentally” unplugged your controller from the video game…that was not an accident. I did it on purpose. That time when I “forgot” to tell you a girl called for you, and she stopped talking to you at school…you guessed it. Not an accident. I did it on purpose.
And all the times I had your back…I did that on purpose too!

It is wonderful having the brother I have. As a kid there was never a dull moment with us.  Even now as adults we still have a great bond. Despite my numerous  attempts to sabotage his happiness (Sorry, but that is what happens if you don’t play by my rules.), we got along very well.  What can I say? I did it on purpose.

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