When He Moved Away
When my brother got a job in another city, I was devastated. We’d never lived apart. On the day he left, we loaded his car in silence. When it was time to say goodbye, he pulled me into a hug and said, “This isn’t the end. I’ll call you every day, and I’ll come home every chance I get.” At first, it was hard—no more late-night talks, no more Sunday morning pancakes together. But he kept his promise. He called every night, sent me care packages, and came home for holidays. Now, when we see each other, it’s like no time has passed. Brotherhood isn’t about being together every day—it’s about knowing that distance can never break the bond.