To The Man That Looks Nothing Like Me

Dear Person,

Hi, It’s your favorite person in the entire world. Well, I don’t really know that for sure, but I like to think of myself that way. I want to thank you for sticking around. Thank you for never giving up on me and always believing in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. Thank you for stepping up to the plate and making sure that I was on the right path. You had to grow up way to fast, in a way, I am not sorry for that, you turned out to be great! But in a way, it kinda hurts my heart, knowing that you had to sacrifice so much and miss out on so much for what? To take care of your little brother and sister… See, that’s always where it gets me, you are my role model, growing up when people would ask me what I wanted, I wanted to be you. I wanted to be just like you, I wish I could have your grades, follow your footsteps, be popular, well liked, smart, independent, and just plain you. For so long my world revolved around you. You hung the moon and placed all the stars in the sky. In reality, I know you didn’t, but to me… you did… You always taught me to stand out in the crowd, to be who I am. So I did. I put you so high on a pedestal that sometimes I think you got tired of being so high off the ground. At times I’m sorry I held you to such a standard, I really pushed the pressure on you. But there are other times I’m glad I had you to be the one to fall back on. In many ways you are my rock. Thank you for teaching me, guiding me, and loving me. Your the best oldest brother anyone could ever have. Words cannot describe my admiration for you.

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