I didn’t know that sentence would decide the next thirteen years of my life. I’d have said it anyway.
« Jamie, you’re my brother. You’re not going anywhere. »
The first time he took the bus alone, I texted before it even left the stop.
Call me when you get there, Jamie-Bamie.
« You said I do it myself, » he said when he finally called.
« You can do it yourself and still call me. »
« I did. I’m calling. »
« Good. »
I didn’t know that sentence would decide the next thirteen years of my life.
« Bye. »
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