When my brother and I were younger, I was a bad big brother. I used to pick on him, yell at him, tell him he was wanted around me and my friends…this went on for too many years, and I know alot of it’s scarred him. I’m his big brother…out of all the people in the world that *won’t* like having him around, I could have at least pretended for his sake. Now we have almost no relationship, and a lot of bitterness on his part and buried regret on mine. I’d do anything to take it all back and just let him know there will be someone in his life that’ll always love him.

I hope anyone that reads this learns from my mistake and doesn’t ruin a good thing like I did.