Happy Birthday to My Brother

Today is my brother's birthday. I don't even know how old he is. He is older than I am. He has a different mother than I have and I wasn't really raised around him. I don't see him often nor do I get to talk to him often. We live in different states. Despite all this, I love my brother fiercely. We have a special relationship. He reminds me of our father so much. We may not see each other as often as we should but when we do get together, it's pure love. It was the same way my father was when he was alive. Time would pass but then in that moment when you connected it was like you were the only person in the room. Victor does that for me too. He hugs me, looks at me; deep in the eyes like you couldn't tell a lie to him if you tried. He really sees me. I think sometimes when he looks at me he still sees a child, much like my daddy did. I know you, dear reader, must be thinking I am transferring feelings of my father onto my brother, that I am confusing the two. This isn't the case at all. What I see is that my father must be so proud of Victor that he raised a son like him. He must be proud that Victor took those lessons to heart. If he were alive today I know my father would be proud to see the man that Victor is. He's a husband, father, grandfather and brother and he takes each job seriously. I think I am like him too. At least I try to be. Maybe that is why we connect so well. Happy birthday Victor! Your baby sister loves you.