Every blessing is a curse and they come in equal strength. This is the balance of the universe. My brother was the greatest blessing God could ever have brought and thus my responsibility for him was of the same measure. If you won't accept the curse, you can never be blessed.
Brothers soon learn that love is the constant and anger is temporary, that this is the way real bonds are.
Brother you are the mirth that brings oxygen to my soul; that cheeky joy I need to breathe so deeply. There is so much comfort in being with you, a kind of rest that's pure.
Around his shoulders was his baby quilt, worn as a cape might be, as if all those cosy memories of him and mama gave him superpowers. He had eyes that shined like pebbles washed by the ocean waves and a smile that ignited inner laughter in all who saw.
Sometimes the memory of him makes me sad, little brothers can get you like nothing else. Max - fiercely loyal and overprotective, like I ever needed that. Me who got leniency from the cops and him who got the full whack of the law every time. But that’s white girls and brown boys for you, equal and separate under the law. I have to stop thinking of him now. The wish for him to be here fills me with such rage and bitterness that I think I will explode. One day I will grieve for him, but first I would have to accept he is really gone - and though I dug his grave myself there’s part of me that holds the memory back. There’s part of me that will never believe he won’t come bouncing around some corner to laugh at me for falling for this elaborate joke.
Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by daisy.
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