Since you know the reason I’m writing about my brother. I feel the need to tell y’all a little about our relationship. Isaac and I got off to a rough start before he was even born. You see, I had four glorious years of being an only child before Isaac made his grand entrance into the world. And when asked if I was excited about being a big sister, I informed people that I intended to throw him in the trash as soon as he was born. Awful, I know.
But, as time went on my sentiments changed and I began to love and even defend the little guy. Once, when my brother was playing in a basketball tournament and a guy from the opposing team fouled, in my opinion, a little roughly. I ran out onto the court, tackled the offender, and proceeded to inform him that if he laid another hand on my brother I would smack his face. The poor 12-year-old didn’t know what hit him. I was 16ish at the time and probably should’ve known better, but I didn’t play when it came to protecting my family. I have matured since then and no longer threaten to smack people. I am, after all, a lady.
Isaac and I are still very close, thankfully, despite my living 700 miles away. Even though he is getting married, going to school full-time, and working part-time. He still manages to check up on me. He doesn’t beat around the bush either. Generally, his first or second question is “Simone, do you have any suitors?”
And, let me tell you. He’s not the only one asking.