“Someday,” he begins his voice, hopeful “I’m going to visit there,” he points to the setting sun, sguinting to to make the picture seem even more esquisite. The clouds looked like a painting each cloud different, but somehow, flawless in its own meaning of the word. I was in such a daze, I almost didn’t hear him, “and I’m going to bring you with me. I promise.”

I think about this promise, will it soon be broken, or even worse,
forgotten?
I doubt this, knowing my brother, he’ll remember it,
even when I die,
even when I’m already there,
waiting for him to come.

His finger, pointing in the direction of the sun.
I can see the glare of the sun in his hopeful, young, eyes. I hug him, pulling him closer.
“Big Sis’,” he says looking up at me, no longer pointing at the sun, “Will you love me forever?” he asks as if impossible.

“Of course.” I say hugging him even tighter,
as if I might lose grip of him.
“I’ll always love you too.”
Even though I knew this, his reassurance made me feel. . .
Special.