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I once read somewhere that we mature with damage, not with age.
Once I committed myself, once my heart laid claim on her, I might as well slap a label on my forehead stating, I’m yours. Please be gentle with me because I’m here to stay.
“I don’t agree with your choices,” I croaked out. “But I respect that they are yours to make.”
“I need you to understand. To take a step back from this dream you’ve been chasing and realize that your life is already happening.”
“Get off her!” a voice cried out. My eyes landed on my eleven-year-old brother standing in the doorway and my heart sank.
But he was my little brother and I would protect him with my life.
All three of them went straight to Joey. Because he was our protector. He was the reason we were all in one piece. He was our hero.
