I just saw my brother today. Not an asshole pretending to be my family for the benefits–I actually saw my brother. He sat down next to me on my bed and told me how he was doing, and what he was doing. He told me how he's trying to get better and how he's making plans for the future. He told me how he wanted to make a change in the world. He told me how he has so many regrets. He told me how he's trying to give back by following our mom's path.
He's getting better.For real? This is worth a holy shit and praise God.
Hell yeah. I'm not sure what religion he subscribes to, but I'm thanking whatever entity is watching over him–especially our mother for guiding him back to a better path even after she's gone.
