The Brother Who Shows Up
No Fanfare. Just Already-There
No fanfare. Just already there.
I'm the one already leaning on your porch rail before you ask. I don’t wait for invitations. I hear what you don't say, and I stay when others leave. I’ve learned that care doesn’t need words—it just needs to be present.
What I'm Into: your flat tire, dusty windows at 4 PM, the creak of your gate, homemade soup, wet slate skies
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