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I saw him cry today, It hurt to see it too..
My oldest brother, the one thats always pushing me around, making me feel bad…But always there when i needed him.
It hurt to hear him sniffling, I could hear it thro the wall to the kitchen…

His ex girlfriend almost overdosed. Some girl was blaming it on him.. This isn’t right…This is the first time I HAVE EVER. seen him cry. Not even when our Grandpa died…or when our parents divorced…And he’s 22. Never in the 14 years I’ve known him have I once seen him like this. How could someone so strong..Someone who always made me eat raw pancake batter cry?…Or when he’d hold me down and stuff my hair in my mouth…or called me names like ” Dork ” and ” faggot ” He’s never gonna be ok. I won’t be either,..This is something that’s going to stick out..Something I’ll never forget. But I ask…Why him? I love him so much…even after all the taunting and how he beats me up sometimes..I really don’t care. This is more than just brother and sister..This is my unconditional love for him. He’s the one that drove me to Elementary school everyday, the one who would threaten to beat up anyone who messed with me. I have two brothers, and maybe i’m not as close to this one as I am the other..But it doesn’t matter, I love him just as much..I can’t help thinking he’s going to do something, but i’m one of those worrying people and I ask him if he’s ” ok ” every five seconds..Wow. I get to put my arms around him. I get to hug with without asking for once…I just noticed his eyes were the same grey/blue color as mine….and I know where I get most of my attitude now..I’m in tears about now. trying to push them back like he does. I can’t cry. I can’t say anything I want to, to anything…or anyone.