Brothers

You get home and pull the car along the outside curb in front of the house. As you walk up the brick path that cuts through the much need to be mowed lawn, you see Michel standing to the side of the house. As you approach him to see what's he up to you see a smoldering cigarette butt near his foot.

"Michael, are you smoking?" you ask coming up surprising him.

"Paul, your home from work? I didn't hear you pull up." He looks around nervously, avoiding your eyes. "No I'm not smoking." he denies, turning and walking away stepping on the butt as he turns around the corner of the house before walking in.

You shake your head in disappointment knowing your little brother is lying. You decide to let it go and hope it's just a passing phase, but you know it's not.

You walk into your bedroom and turn on the radio and lay on your bed staring at the white ceiling, listening to the music trying to tone out what life has dealt you.

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Two months pass without notice. As you pack your bag with approved items to bring to boot camp, you see your little brother Kenny walk by your room. His head hung low, but not out of the ordinary for this little boy.