Monday, August 1, 2022

Being a big brother

 It breaks my heart to see the sadness on his little face. I see him and play with him and love on him and don’t see the heartbreak until you take a picture of him when he isn’t posing, then you see a heavy sadness in his eyes. The toll of being a big brother has dimmed the light slightly in his bright blue eyes. He misses being the center of the world for those closest to him.




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