Dear Brothers,
There are three of you so to be fair, I won't play favorites. At least openly. Heh.
Thanksgiving just passed and while I was a terrible daughter, not calling our father to wish him happy birthday until four days later, I'm not half as bad of a sister if I told you I am thankful for each of you and love you.
All this to say: It's kind of comical, yet totally logical, for me to realize that I feel -- that I am -- so much closer to each of you than to our own parents, combined.
We've had our disagreements and arguments, but we've always been in the same boat -- whether it was sailing or sinking, we taught each other to swim and held on to each other when we drowned. We saved each other and continue to do so -- through tears, through laughter, throughout the years, together.
And while I've frequently found myself envying other people's relationships with their mothers or fathers, I've never once wished for, nor thought about having, any other brothers but you.
(Except, of course, having a sister. But that doesn't count.)
I'm glad that I have been the kind of sibling you can turn to in your times of sadness as much as your times of happiness.
If I don't become a mother in this lifetime, I'll still die smiling, holding on to all of our memories together as sister and brothers.
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