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I try to be a good brother
Sometimes, it’s weird for me to be the big brother. I used to be the little brother. I miss Zoey, my sister, a lot. I mean, I don’t know, I’ve been alive three times longer than I knew her. I was only five when she was killed. Zachary, my half-brother, is older now than I was then. And even though I’m much older now too, when I think of Zoey, I still feel like the little brother. I could always go to her for advice. She always stuck up for me. And there were certain decisions I could leave up to her, just because she was older.
Now, I’m that guy. I’m the big brother. And sometimes it’s hard. I’m not always sure what to do or what to say. But I try my hardest to do a good job for Zach. I try to set a good example. I try to be a good brother. Mostly, I think, because I’m sad that I didn’t really get to have my big sister. Not for long enough.