Mi mancherei

I just found out that my little brother won't be coming home when I thought he would be. "Little" brother may be a misnomer, he's only two years younger than me, but sometimes it feels like he's still that little kid I knew growing up. I haven't seen him in three years and the separation is starting to make my heart ache. He's away in the Cape Verde islands serving a mission and I'm proud of his commitment and endurance. I just wish he could come home before I too leave the country. I don't know how long I'll be gone and seeing him for a few days will not be enough.

I want to scream in frustration.

I'll probably settle for a few more good cries and then get on with it. Damn life and its duplicity.