Mon frere... mon petit..
My love exhibited a heroic effort today. He resisted temptations and avoided altercations against who wanted to do us harm. Some ill-spirited creatures who wanted to see us apart. In my eyes he had grown immensely. Today he is a better person than me. I will say it to the world like I said it before. He undid so many prior injustices and past misunderstandings. He was a hero. He was a giant. He had risen above human ulterior motifs. Rest assured I will never forget this. He gave me a gift. He gave me the gift of a lifetime. I am proud. I am touched. He was there so many times before to save me. Today he saved us. He believed in us. How I wish for every human being to experience the kind of connection we have. How we hide the mutual respect and the self-sacrifice in the corners of the walls that we built separately. How I hurt when I hurt him and he feels my pain. How he cries if he comes short and I ease his worries. How I am a better person when I know him and when I love him. I will forever be indicted of not loving him selflessly enough. I will forever be grateful for his mere being.
Oh how I wish for you to have a fraction of what we share.
Only a maternal love would ever compare.
I pray, my baby, for you,
my little brother.
I pray to the goodness in me and you
and i pray in my heart
my little dysfunctional heart
that my eyes will see yours through
and he responded...