Once upon a time, there was a boy named Eric.
Pardon my lack of knowledge, but Eric's precise age in this story is unknown.
Eric also had a little sister who used to call him Erica just to get on his nerves; he really hated being called Erica. Oh, and he also loved to eat sticks of butter while hiding behind the refrigerator. He also had his collection of Pokemon cards, Nascar toys, and Bionicle figures.
Eric was in elementary school.
One day, the teacher said, "Since you all behaved so badly, you will all take the consequences"
Eric was so scared of this foreign word, that he told our mom that he refused to go to school. When he told her, "She said we're going to face the consequences," my mom gently explained to him that this word meant no harm. She then proceeded to tell the teacher that she should not be speaking to students in such a way that would frighten them.
Eric is the kinda guy who would be my best friend in high school, to care not to conform to the social statuses in the general norm and just be himself. His geeky, nerdy self. I guess I take back what I have to say about the whole best friend in high school thing. I'm blessed to call this guy my brother. He's the best because I know what kinda guy he is. Sweet, innocent, caring, self-respectful, compassionate, and loving. He's an amazing man that I love watching grow more and more curious about God, and open to learning more about Him.
I don't know why I told this story. I guess it's to remind myself of the little innocent things that would make me smile. Eric is the kinda guy who would stay home with his sister and mom and watch the Ellen Show, to hug his puppy and make the connections with friends that are intuitive and who matter. I love my brother. So, so much.
And don't worry Gagie, your blog post is coming soon. (My other brother)
I love both of my big brothers. So So much.
-Your little sister, Reyna
