"Happy Birthday."
I hid, tonight.
When I came back from the bar, I hid behind the garage.
I didn't want you to see me like that.
I didn't want to stink and be drunk and to have you think that I am as much of a loveless waste; the way I see myself.
I hid the way I hide from everything, afraid to take account; afraid to take responsibility.
My younger brother, I dream good things for you.
Learn from my mistakes; tragedies.
I wish I wasn't a broken man for your birthday, Bruno, but I am.
But you'll be better stronger and faster.
You'll be a billion-times the man I am.
You already are.
Happy Birthday, young brother.
Happy 12th Birthday, Bruno.
-Sid
xoxoxoxox
2 comments:
It takes balls to admit your fears out loud. It doesn't matter what you've done in the past - what you've done for your brother here is manly. He's lucky to have a brother as honest as you. Regrets get us nowhere. Look forward Sid.
No child will grow proud to call you da
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