I don't know my brother at all. And he doesn't know me...
Since he's gone to college, I have idea about how he
spends his days. I don't know how he's changed. I try to keep my mind
open to how he has become a different adult than the child I knew.
But sometimes I get the impression that he doesn't like
me very much. I know he loves me in the way a brother should. We have
the shared experience of having grown up with our particular parents. But
I get the impression that my brother takes one look at me and dismisses me
as a character from his childhood.
I wish I could tell him that I've changed too, but I
know it will just take time for him to discover that for himself.
