There are days, like today, that I want to talk to you about. I want to pour out the silliness and pain and new knowledge. I want to hear how you made it through 24 hours.
Today, like all days now, I find myself waiting for you to call. A simple “hello” or “hey, big brother” would do nicely. Just once.
I recorded your voicemails to my archive. And your voice will wait there for me. For days like today.
I love you, little brother.