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I still cry every time I say goodbye to my brother. It doesn’t matter whether I am leaving his city or he is leaving mine. I see him a couple of times a year, but the emotion is always overwhelming.
I guess we have a unique bond. We grew up in California in such a rural home that reddit would be shocked to know such places still exist in the 20/21 century. We had a donkey with a drawn cart for god sakes, and we are not Amish.
Anyway, bro, I hope you read this and know its me, and we never say anything about it. I am too manly to let you know i cry. Your little brother.