Three bundles of tally marks scared onto my soul. Parented by an iron fist and heart of coal. From tropical jungle to concrete jungle. From relaxing warm ocean to sub-temp ocean. Just met my older brother for the very first time. Just as eyes met I knew we were two of a kind. Woken by joy of the snap, crackle, pop, of Fourth of July. Cuddled in a green pancho, my brother and I watched the Bottle rockets and Roman candles go high. Months went by and we had made a tight bond. But when I woke up one day he was gone. With tears in my eyes I went and asked my mom. Where is my brother, your son. She looked at me with a smirk as if I was dumb. “He just ran away” she said as she went on her way. No you lie we were supposed to go to the beach today!!! On his bed I wait anxiously, for him to come home and play with me. But he never came. Soaking my pillow all day and all night. I would have dreams of us meeting again turning into hawks flight. I guarded his left behind things. Silly stuff like Nintendo and a book “Lord Of the Rings.” I kept his belongings as if their were gold. But when we moved GOOD OLE FAITHFUL took them and had them sold. And off to Mexico we go. . .