Amanda Jane

What is a Brother?

A brother uses your Barbies as GI Joe’s enemies… but only if you can use GI Joe as Barbie’s Ken (I didn’t have a real Ken for YEARS—- devastated).  This usually results in headless Barbie, leaving the sister run to Dad, sobbing that Barbie HAS to have a head in order to go to Prom in her Magic Carriage.  Of course, the brother always has his side of the story.  “Barbie would still have her head if Lt.Joe from the 14th Unit didn’t have a stupid tux on when she returned him!”  Ah yes, a brother, the guy you can share your toys with.

A brother will use his car to run over any male that he finds you practicing French kissing with.  Ah yes, a brother, the guy that explains his view of the birds and the bees.  And the guardian of your chastity.

A brother is a male who loves to be your playmate, but only when the other boys in the neighborhood are busy.  The world is yours and his, and nothing can come between you. You are always the minor character or enemy in roleplay games… I was always the loser Power Ranger… the Indian in Cowboys and Indians, and the South during Civil War.  A brother, a fair weather friend, but a friend indeed.

A brother is a male who fights with you and may sometimes say that he wishes that when you were born, Dad would’ve traded you in for more Navy men.  The doors will be slammed between you, the shouts will echo from hall to hall, upstairs to downstairs, street to street, phone to phone.  The cries from “wet willies” will shreak in the air, but a brother has an unconditional love for you.

A brother is a male who shows that he is “All that is man!” as he flies on his skateboard down the steepest hill in the neighborhood, forgetting about the pothold you warned him about.  In all his pain, he still sucks up the tears, shows off his blood, and is, yes “all that is man.”  However, a brother is also a male who cries in his sheets, in the dark of his room, when his 14 year old dog and best friend passess away.  The small sniffles coming from behind the crack of his door, never to be interrupted or disturbed.  Even your pats on his back, and hugs on his arm cannot stop him from turning his head away so as not to show you his tears.  A brother is a male who shares his feelings with you, even if in the smallest way.

A brother is a boy who becomes the GI Joe he once played with.  He becomes the man who makes sure he emails the family everyday, and handwrites you letter because he knows it means more to you to see the ink on paper.  He is part of the band of BROTHERS who serve our country.  He is the brother who lets you write to his other “brothers” as long as they don’t ask you to marry them.  He is the brother who comes home on leave, with a sunken look in his eyes… JUST to see you in your Junior prom dress and mask the horror he has seen in his eyes with a trying glee of awe and admiration as you twirl in a human sized pink Barbie dress.  The horror, the distance, the look of confusion of how one brother can kill another brother, possibly the big brother of someone else, and still be alive himself.  A brother is a male who fights for his brothers and his sisters.

There is a definition of “brother” that I believe the dictionaries have yet to define.  A brother is indeed your flesh and blood, he is the one with whome you share parents, and some interests, but a brother is a male born to love you.  It’s in his blood, the mixture from both parents, so you have it in you to love your brother as well.  With this bloody love you must also remember your Barbie whose head still has a red markered bloody neck.  Oh yes, that is the sign of a brother.

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