Years after my brother had moved out of our childhood home, sometimes I’d be struggling to go to sleep because I had too many thoughts, and I’d get out of bed and go to his room and sleep in his bed for the night, sob myself to sleep and think about how much I missed him. I’ve never admitted it out loud or frankly ever thought about it too much in my head because it made me feel weak or stupid. But now I’m a bit older, still in my bed crying thinking about my big brother, who’s been a dad for a week now. I say a silent thanks to him for holding me through all the times I’d cry as a kid or when he’d cover my ears and rush me upstairs to distract us from our parents fighting and screaming. Now he has a week old son crying in his arms and I know he’s doing just fine with that. I think no matter how old I am I’ll never stop getting emotional thinking about all the time me and my brother lost because I was always such a moody, bratty annoying younger sister while he still lived at home. I could never repay him the same comfort he gave me, but he knows he’ll always be my hero. Please guys, love your siblings. If you can, go give them a hug right now. Say sorry, laugh, and forgive. You never know when your time with them will begin to deplete. The clock is always ticking, it’s your choice to make the most of it. ♥️