My Brother

MY BROTHER: Used to think that God's name was "Harold," you know, after the prayer: "Our Father, whom art in heaven, HALLOWED be Thy name." (When he learned of his error, he was never the same.) One time when I was three years old my parents wanted to go look at a house they were thinking of buying and they couldn't find MY BROTHER: so they just left and took me. I was three. When we got back MY BROTHER: was sobbing so hard he was sick. MY BROTHER: thought we had moved without him, abandoned him. HE WAS SIX MY BROTHER: Got my mother's beauty and my father's genius. (I got my father's looks *%#@%^ and my mother's brains #%@&*^) MY BROTHER: Also got my mother's insanity and my father's alcoholism. (I guess I won, having inherited their stoicism.) MY BROTHER: Was a comic genius. He was so funny, he could make a dog laugh. MY BROTHER: Was such a tragic figure, he made the angels weep. MY BROTHER: Is gone now, and I have only these odd memories to keep. ©Danielle White