What had been a stressful day turned out be an emotional one too.
I had saved three people's lives.
I had also lost 3 people's lives.
But, that's my job.
Saving people
even if it means putting your own life at risk.
It comes with the job description,
well, not really.
But, in my case it does.
I feel the stress of the past few days finally catching up on me.
The loss of Matilda,
Finding out about the adoption
and now me or Ethan may have inherited an incurable disease.
The weight of my brother's words,
"If anything had happened to you...you are not on your own."
Brings tears to my eyes
I can't look at him
It only brings home
the feeling of guilt
the feeling I'm betraying him
by not telling him.
Then I feel his arms wrap around my neck
The intimacy knocks me back
It is a strange feeling
One that I am not accustomed to.
It takes awhile for me to relax
in my brother's arms.
The strangeness doesn't last long/
I soon find myself wrapping my arms
around my brother.
Hugging him back
and feeling a comfort.
It's the closest we've ever been.
Brotherly love.
