"I'm not your baby brother anymore!"
You'll never know how much that hurt me. You declared your independence from me, you turned your musket on me, you no longer wanted to be with me. Me, your guardian. Me, your provider. Me, your savior. I, England.
"I'm not your baby brother anymore!"
Those words hurt the most. I took you in. I protected you. I cared for you. I wanted to be your big brother!
"Then I guess I'll call you big brother!"
Your Revolutionary War, from the day we started our lives together, I would have never thought that the little boy I kept close to me would go against me for his freedom.
"I'm not your baby brother anymore!"
No bullet wound nor scar can compare with the pain you inflicted in me when you said those words.
Even so … despite those words tearing at my heart …
I still love you. Nothing you say can ever make me hate you. I will always love you, America.