It finally clicked in that I leave in about three days. And as my nine-year-old brother came in to kiss me goodnight, I had the strongest urge to cry. Then when I walked past his bedroom to go down stairs, I had the desire to climb into his bed and snuggle up for the last couple of nights. I haven't been here all summer, yet he doesn't seem to care. He's just happy that I'm here now. It breaks my heart to leave him again, after such a short period of being here.
Research shows that if you have siblings at least 10 years apart they go through only child syndrome. I told myself this all summer while I was gone. He's going to be fine. It's like his the only child. Yet, I couldn't whole heartedly believe this because for most of his life I took a motherly role in his life, when my mom was too busy with her personal life, and my dad too busy with his church life. It's like watching my child be adopted.
When I came back this summer. I said I would strictly play the sister role. The fun sister that didn't worry about whether you ate dessert before dinner and let you play video games all day. However, with departure drawing near, I feel the strongest desire to wrap him in my arms and protect him from my parents. Yes, from my parents.
It's hurts that I can't do that. But deep down I know he'll be fine. He isn't weak like me. Sensitive, yeah. Spoiled, definitely. I'm sure he'll grow out of that. He's a rebel at heart, something I can only be with lots of determination and a self prep talk.
He'll be fine, if my dad doesn't break his spirit. Something I've been trying to put back to together for myself these last couple of years.
With that said I'm going to snuggle up with my little brother.
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