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My Brothers
"Felicity of Grief!-even Death being kind,
Reminding us how much we dared to love!"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sometimes, when I was little, I would wonder why I had to have so many brothers. They were loud and obnoxious, and always fighting. I was often the odd one out, the only girl. All I wanted was a sister.
Sometimes, when I was angry with one of them (or all of them) I would tell them that I hated them. All kids say that kind of thing to their siblings, right?
Sometimes, Fred or George or even Ron would call me a baby, or say I was mummy's favorite. I would tell them to go die. I swear I never meant it.
Sometimes I loved being the baby, loved having six older brothers to protect me. Although I never would have admitted it. They were my guardians, and I knew they would never let anything bad happen to me. They never did.
Sometimes it seems like, well, like I never really told them that I loved them. I do love them! Each and every one of my big, obnoxious, hilarious brothers.
Sometimes life isn't fair. One of my brother's now has a face scarred beyond recognition. One had an ear blown off. One blames himself for everything. One wakes up yelling every night from his nightmares. And one⦠one of my brother's is dead.
Sometimes, things happen that make you regret something you said, or more often, something you didn't say.
