Can’t you and Sassy have a huge fight again? Can’t one of you try to strangle the other to death on the living room floor with the dogs barking and your brother crying?
Can’t you treat your brother like crap, throw something at him and make him cry like you used to?
And why don’t you scream at me and call me a f***%*# b*&@^# like the good old days? Sigh. Is that too much to ask?
When I opened your top drawer today to help you pack (I was NOT snooping) and I found that folder STUFFED FULL of all my columns, blog posts and articles? It made me cry. Again.
You do love me.
And now I have to send you off to college with that knowledge deep inside my heart.
It was MUCH easier when I thought you hated me.