My brother

Today is my brother’s birthday. As always, my mother takes care of letting us know a week in advance. I don’t know if I’m too scatterbrained to bother with those details, or if deep down, like every brother, I enjoy fighting with him? Because my brother and I have very different views of the world. He is a man of Faith, I am not. He’s the cheerful one, I’m the pessimist. But he’s my brother, and I love him very much.

I have many memories that, out of modesty, I won’t share with you, but you can get a sense of them from what he writes on his blog. His is one of my favorites, because he writes so well! I invite you to read it, and while you’re there leave him a greeting, because we need more people like him.