See the adorable baby boy in the picture. That’s my little brother Terence. He is the youngest child of our mothers’ ex-husband. I’m not sure exactly how old he was when that picture was taken but he’s I believe 27 years old today.
I wish I could say I have this great relationship with my little brother but I don’t and I’m not sure why. I’m not going to write a whole post on my speculations or even lash out at the fact that we and our older brother are not a “family”. Of course, if my older brother Tresman was writing this post, he wouldn’t have any problems expressing his disappointment in the fact that our younger brother does not even recognize our existence. The boys follow each other on Facebook and Terence and I follow each other on Twitter, even though he doesn’t tweet much anymore.
Does it make me sad that I don’t have a relationship with my brother? Of course! I mean why wouldn’t it?
I suppose in the end all I can do is continue to hope and pray that my brothers and I will at least be on speaking terms with each other. That we all will be proud to call each other sibling. I don’t think that is too much to ask for but I have been wrong before.
Anyway… If by chance you are reading this Terence, no matter where you are in the world or in your life, I’m always going to be your sister. I’m always going to love you and wish you the very best simply because you are my baby brother. Hope you have a wonderful birthday and that this next year brings you lots of joy, laughter, blessings and tranquility. Love always, big sis!
Thanks for reading…
The Southern Yankee
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