Last night I dreamed with my brother. I was about 8 years old and he was playing in an alstar game. He started as the catcher and finished the game pitching the last 2 innings. He went 4 for 4 with 2 doubles a triple and a home run with 6 strike outs. People treated me better knowing that I was his little brother. He was and always will be my hero!
When I have a hard day sometimes I can hear him pushing to do better, to give it all I have. He treated me badly I use to think, but know I see he only wanted me to do my very best. I forget sometimes how wonderful the world is, how special my relationships are.
Thank you big brother.
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