I have three brothers. Two older, one younger. My two older brothers made it the daily goal to make me cry for whatever reason they could find. I have several nicknames, but I won’t be sharing them with you today. But, apparently – I felt the need to write about my feelings one afternoon while visiting my grandmother (Nanaw). I had no idea she had saved these drawings. My mother found them while moving and cleaning out my grandmother’s home a few years ago. It is old (probably about 40 years). It has browned from age, but I find a lot of humor in it and have framed it for my home office. Notice Joel is a devil. Mark is some cow-like creature. Rusty is a dog and I am the “angel”. Ha! I’m sure I deserved a lot of the teasing I received and probably dished out more than I could take. I guess they were just trying to toughen me up, so to speak. I love my brothers dearly and I know they’d do anything for me. Still…..it doesn’t hurt to have a little guilt to lay on them on how they forced me into being such a poetic drama queen by the age of six.
