August 20, 2012
By Anonymous

When Dad told me,
I cried.
I cried because, though I don't know you,
I love you.
I love you because you're my older brother.
I won't get to meet you till you're eighteen, and I cried even more because of that.
Because you're sixteen now.
I want you to know one last thing.
I love you.

The author's comments:
Last month my dad told me I had an older brother and that he was sixteen. I was feeling down about it do I wrote this.

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