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today is my little brother's first day of high school. standing in the kitchen in my pj's having just gotten off work, i looked at him struggling to tie his own tie for the first time and felt as though i were seeing him for the first time in years.
after this moment passed, other, more logical thoughts would cross my mind: that i wished my father was here [my mother and i aren't much help], that i remembered exactly what i wore and thought on my own first day of high school, that i sincerely hope for him to have a better high school experience than i did.
but in that moment, i saw the scene through someone else's eyes just for a split second, and for some inexplicable reason, i wanted to cry.