Dear Brother; Dear Sister

Moving Up. Hopefully.

Dear Sister,

I just had a really gross thought. I went from having huge dreams and being at art school, to coming home and getting a job at Walmart. How much of a downgrade is that?! I’m not saying that my dreams are gone. I still want to become an Illustrator of sorts, but it’s just a huge reality check. Ugh. I also realize that you’re not in the best place either, but we’ll get through this.

I was looking through my luggage yesterday to see if i could find my birth certificate or social security card for proof that I can work in the US for my interview tomorrow, and I had left the pictures you gave me along with the “Orange Sky” lyrics, and I read them over. And I just wanted to reply what you said to me in the car on the way home from grandma’s : “you are my home”

We can support each other all we need. In the end, the two of us can make it through anything, because we essentially have. I love you.

Brother.