I check the mail daily, and don't really expect anything, other than my roommate's daily paper, or my weekly Sports Illustrated. But today I got a letter addressed to me in a plain white envelope! I had no clue who it was from but I assumed it was from home, it looked like my mom's handwriting.
What I assumed was some information about summer school registration, ended up being something significantly better.
It was a letter from my best friend in the world, my younger brother, Kyle.
I instantly lit up with excitement.
He had just been at his school's junior retreat and was asked to write to someone who has either "helped you get through something hard or is going through something hard right now." He said I fit both descriptions, and instantly came to mind. What a guy.
The letter was a simple page long, but it was one of those letters you know you will keep forever.
Kyle and I used to write letters frequently last year, but it stopped this year because we both got busier and I also had no stamps.
But to get this letter and to hear the things he had to say to me really got me emotional. Like I am not emotional enough as it is.
If there was ever anyone to doubt we were truly related, I would show them his writing and tell them that writing must run in our veins, just like the genes that gave us our father's "Lane teeth" or our mother's compassion for others.
I love that little guy like no other, and I really miss him.
He has no clue how much this little thing helped me.
What a guy.
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