My little brother has returned home. I haven’t seen him in almost four years. I thought it would be weird, seeing him for the fist time. Maybe I was expecting it to be awkward. To be honest, it was as if it was just another day. We had just been away for a few days. We picked up right where we left off.. at each others throats.
I don’t really know when this brotherly rivalry started. Maybe it was when we had to not only share the same room, but the same bed. Every morning would end up with a fight of some sort. I would win, due to my size and innate cruelty. He eventually conceded the bed to me and slept on the floor. That was a fateful day, when I realized that if I pushed my weight around, I could get him to do what I wanted.