I'm still in my car after the school day ends and I cry again.
It's non stop.
And I have to wait, for my brother to show up and then I can drive him home.
And not long after I start crying, he shows up.
He gets in the car and sees me in my guilt ridden, sad, apologetic state. All wrapped up in my pain.
And he tells me, "You should know that I love you."
My introverted brother, who rarely shows any affection towards any of our family, reached out to me in my time of need.
And God couldn't have given me a better little brother.
Despite all I've done and all the pain I've caused...
He could still say that.
And I drive us both home. Still crying, but definitely feeling a sense of hope again.
I still act as his role model most of the time.
And he listens to me.
And for a guy who doesn't talk much...
Listening is the thing he does best.
In a time of crisis, it was the introvert who finally spoke some truth.