If he broke something, lost money, or needed a ride at midnight, they called my husband, Roy.
« He’s your little brother, » they would say.
Roy was 12 years older than Tyler and had been more parent than sibling for most of Tyler’s life.
He taught him to ride a bicycle and helped with homework.
He attended parent-teacher meetings when their parents were too busy.
He drove him to football practice until Tyler quit halfway through the season.