Cake and singing Happy Birthday is a must no matter what age you are.
I remember when he was a baby. I liked to pretend he was mine. I gave him my blue walking smurf, my favorite toy. I thought my mom loved him more than me and I could understand why. I loved him more than me too. I know my Dad loved him more, but again this didn’t bother me. Then I got older, and we fought a lot, as siblings do. Then I became a teenager and he followed right behind me, and something changed between us.
My Mom and Jim would fight, we stuck together. We were homeless, together. We were lost, together. We were scared, together. Later, we brought our groups of friends, together. We drank together. Got high together. Went to parties and raves together. Tried other drugs together. Got in a lot of trouble together. Learned about Life together. One time we both got very Hurt, together. And now, we are still....and close as ever. Does he know how much I love him?
