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, uncertain, always cautious, while my <i>younger </i>brother befriends the beast with boldness, audacity, like the world is meant to be enjoyed.</p><p id="b96c">Again I wonder:</p><ul><li>Curse of the first-born child?</li><li>Wired this way from the start?</li><li>Roles we accepted once assigned to us by adults?</li></ul><p id="3433">Forty-four years later, I take that pink-pantsed cutie into a hug.</p><p id="dcf9">You’re gonna be amazed at how you turned out.</p><p id="ec20"><i>Other pieces you might enjoy by this author:</i></p><div id="e961" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/therapy-from-around-the-world-22082da4e6dd"> <div> <div> <h2>Therapy from Around the World</h2> <div><h3>That “poor” gaucho or bongo drum guy may hold the key to life</h3></div

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A Photo Worth A Thousand Words

Or in this case, 150

Photo courtesy of Joe Guay

I discover it in a shoebox, the preferred method for keeping photos of Gen-X kids.

A gem from my childhood.

I share my find with Dad in the next room.

Not big on reflection, he still manages this gem —

“If ever a photo captured the difference between you and your brother,” he mutters.

Oomph, thanks, Dad.

Just a comment. Not meant to hurt.

A truth he observed as a parent.

For he’s right — I’m the pink pants kid — hand back, uncertain, always cautious, while my younger brother befriends the beast with boldness, audacity, like the world is meant to be enjoyed.

Again I wonder:

  • Curse of the first-born child?
  • Wired this way from the start?
  • Roles we accepted once assigned to us by adults?

Forty-four years later, I take that pink-pantsed cutie into a hug.

You’re gonna be amazed at how you turned out.

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