For normal people they have known their parents longer then anyone else in the world right? Well that's not the case for me. Normal isn't exactly a word to describe anything in my life really, but we will leave that for another day.
The person I have known for 18 consecutive years would be my little brother. In this roller coaster I call life, he has been the only constant thing I have. To put it lightly, we got tossed around a lot as kids. Mom here, dad there, city after city, but through it all we stuck together. How strange is that? I have known him longer than my own parents. He is by far the most important person in my life. We fight, disagree and yell at each other on the daily but he's my little brother and nobody, I mean nobody will ever understand the closeness we have.
It was 18 years ago today he was brought into my life. Our biological parents shouldn't of had me, let alone him but somehow we are here, alive. Together. Its been one hell of a ride but we did it you know? We made it this far.
Now he's an adult, and that scares the hell out of me.
