Tonight I did his laundry, scolded him for stupid decisions, asked him for his advice, planned with him, and stayed up late with him chatting about mundane things.
There were no hard feelings, no arguments, no resentment.
It was almost like he never left.
There's still a lot of work to be done, a lot of bridges to be repaired, but I don't care.
I have my brother back.
--Annie