You never know until its gone
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A brother, someone you laugh with, someone you hang out with and someone who is a part of you, or is it? What if the only reason you had anything to do with one another was because your mom gave birth to the both of you? So for 18 years you were forced to live under the same roof as him. Never once did you have the same interest in girls, fashion, or sports. It was as if you were born on totally separate planets that shared the same moon for life. Living with my older brother was exactly like that. A total football jock meets the musical theater kid. Fighting was a daily occurrence, hanging out consisted of holidays with the family, and as for being a part of me. Well, that only happened when his fist met my body. He was the rebel, that was always in trouble and I was the "goody two shoes" who did everything I was supposed to...