We always have a choice. What's easy isn't always right; you can always choose to do the right thing. These are the choices that reflect on who we are. My brother Brian taught me this; he never ceases to amaze me.
Gently, I held his hand as we walked down the road. Every piece of scenery, was an object of amusement. Together it seemed like endless fun. I looked down at him, only to find his bright green eyes staring right back at me. I knew I was doing the right thing.
We made it passed a stop sign. And noticed the sudden, refreshing current of air. His golden curls danced in the breeze. And his handsome smile flashed in my direction. I knew I was doing the right thing.
To our benefit, the sun hid behind the clouds. And its light was no longer pointed directly towards us. Down below, we raced up the hill. Both of us laughing and shouting in excitement. He was significantly ahead of me. But that was done on purpose. I let him win. We stopped and beneath his tired, panting self. I could see the joy and satisfaction spread about. I knew I was doing the right thing.
His friend's house was not too far away. The butterflies proceeded into my stomach. As I now remembered the great discomfort I was about to endure. I regretted ever accepting the awkward task of watching over him, at his friend's house. A place were I was only an acquaintance. And a place were I'd be forced to stay at for hours.
I cautiously knocked on the front door.
Brian, sensing my nervousness looked up and softly he whispered: "I love you Weese."
It really warmed my heart. It showed me how much he appreciated this; and it proved his great love towards me. So that's when I truly knew, that I was doing the right thing.
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