Many of you know I've only ever had one man living in my house Not my father, but my brother Even considering, we've always been okay on our own Until last summer rolled around When the weather was hot my brother made a phone call The conversation started with "hey dad" "Dad" is not my blood though To me "dad" is just Ben Two short months later, Ben drove 3 hours and rolled up in our driveway My driveway My brother waved goodbye and then he was gone Gone for over a week I missed him so much My mom, my aunt, my grandma Everyone was asking me the same question "Are you okay with this?" Every single time I would smile Smile and breathe and say, "Yes, I'm fine. I'm happy for him." Truthfully I wanted to be okay with it I wanted to be okay with it so badly because of how much I love my brother But how could I be when he's getting the thing we've both wanted for so long I know I sound selfish but I'm only telling the truth