The Brother I Have, and the Brother I Never Had

My brother is moving to the UK soon, and despite him being a real asshole the majority of the time... I’m really going to miss him. I keep having these flashbacks to the summer before sophomore year of high school, when my parents and I took him to the airport to start his adventure as a singer in a Christian singing group (lol this could be a whole other blog). He was flying out with his…