He’s my little brother. He was only 6 when my dad died, so I had to help take care of him even though I was pretty young too. He was always a good guy. Never a problem. A very special kid. Extremely handsome, like my dad. Very kind and caring. He keeps it all inside. Never says a bad word about anyone. He thinks it’s best that way. He loves his family, his kids, and his wife. Only problem is, he came over yesterday… he came right to see me. He had just come from the courthouse. She divorced him. And just like that it’s over. And he won’t say a bad word about her. He holds it all in. He thinks it’s best that way. It’s just who he is. He still loves her. And I feel so bad for him I could burst. So I just take care of him, like I do. He’s my little brother.