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Pomp and Circumstance

My little brother is graduating from high school today. *tear* (Sorry for the washed-out quality of the pic!) I remember the night I got the phone call at my grandmother’s house that he’d been born. I remember when he came home from the hospital. AND, I remember dressing him up as a girl because of his ridiculously curly hair.

He’s the valedictorian of his senior class, and I couldn’t be more proud of him. I don’t agree with many of the decisions he’s made lately, and I don’t like the fact that he’s hurting my parents the way he is, but still, he’s so smart! It’s a shame that he may be throwing away some of the best opportunities he will ever be given because of the lifestyle he’s choosing.

I have a hard time understanding how he’s made these choices. I know that drugs are addictive and that he’s finally come out of his shell and found “friends,” but I’m so disappointed. I guess I just don’t understand it. Since I’ve never had a desire to try any sort of drug, I don’t know what made him do it. He says “I’m not hooked” and “I can stop any time” and I know that it’s not true.

I just love him and I hurt for him. I think I feel sort of like a mini-parent when it comes to him since I was eight when he was born. I’ve changed his diapers for crying out loud!! I just hope he knows that I’m proud of him and that I’ll be proud of him. I also hope he knows that if he ever needs me, I’ll be there.

They say that blood is thicker than water. Maybe that’s why we battle our own with more energy and gusto than we would ever expend on strangers.
–David Assael

Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.
–Jane Howard

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