One of the most important relationships to me is the one I have with my younger and only brother. Of course, I have always loved him, loved picking on him, and loved wearing his clothes to school when we were little and I was a major tomboy, but we did not become close until I moved away for college.
This will remain one of my most cherished days because not only had I been waiting for this day since I started high school, but I felt a sense of independence as I packed each and every box and lined them up in front of my door. I packed the essentials; shower caddy, the complete series of Dawson’s Creek on DVD, my Joe Jonas poster and pictures of my loved ones. We packed our Hummer and headed straight to Muncie where I was about to begin my new chapter. Once we arrived and unpacked everything in my dorm, we realized that we had forgotten a few major things. This was my family’s first experience with college so we made a last minute trip to Walmart to pick up the final few things. I jumped out of my car and looked around and didn’t see my brother. I asked my grandparents where he was and they told me he wasn’t getting out of the car because he was really upset. Confused, I opened their back door to their Impala and he was a crying, emotional mess.
“Please don’t stay here,” he said as tears streamed down his face.
