Happiness

I think I may have mentioned before that I have a half-brother who is 6 months younger than me. We met at the age of 7 - but my dad was a part of his life before then - they just waited to introduce us kids. We hated each other that day. We went to Chuck E. Cheese and got into a hair pulling fist fight in the ball pit. Then we both cried that we didn't want to be related.

Over the years we became friends. He used to come over my house and wait for the bus in the morning and hang out and wait for his mom after school. So we always spent a few hours a day hanging out. In the summer, Kenny came over all the time. Everyday. We hang out constantly. Then we became teenagers - and I got him his first job working with me. He lived with us for a while. We would go hang out ALL the time.

Then a few years later he had some shit happen. Je took a break from the family. That was 8 years ago. Tonight I talked to him for the first time in EIGHT years. He has a son who is 5 months old. He wants our kids to grow up together - like we did. It was a wonderful, honest, comfortable 1.5 hours of conversation. I have so much hope. I have always dreamed of having a close family relationship like this. My brothers now are too young for this type of relationship.

I am happy now. I hope we can really be a major part of each others lives. It's about time something worked out for the better for once - yippee!