Another Day

This last week I've been missing my brother a lot. I'm not used to going so long without communication, and I finally broke down and sobbed today. I miss him so much. It's so frustrating not being able to explain to him the garbage he's being fed (in addition to regular dinners of spam and hot pockets). I sent him an email today, to let him know that I'm here for him, that I love him, that I miss him. He's so angry....very angry. I don't blame him. If I listened to the bullshit that my mom fed me I'd be angry at everyone else but those responsible too. Not much I can do at this point, and it's such a powerless feeling. I want to shake him, tell him that she's wrong, that his father is wrong, that their druggie roommate is wrong, that being an alcoholic, a drug addict, is not COOL. I just hope that I can continue to remind him that I love him as if he came from my own womb, and hope that he finds his path. David Cook sings a song, Come Back To Me, and every time I hear it I think of my little bro. I just hope he finds his path before it's too late.