It was your birthday yesterday but your not here for me to tell you happy birthday. I remember making you a birthday card with your favorite player from Cruz Azul. I remember peering through the card section at Walgreens looking for a card; as I look at them now they weren’t the best choices haha.
I can hear your music blasting as your getting ready to go out walking around shirtless asking Roman to shave your back. Creasing your jeans and us making fun of you for doing that but you didn’t let that bother you. All you would say is that we didn’t have style. I see you looking at the mirror tilting your head up and raising your eyebrow grinning when your happy with what you see.
I remember walking into the kitchen and seeing a mess. Dishes everywhere music blasting and you working around it all pouring your soul into the food you were making. The last birthday dish you made me was red beans with rice and breaded shrimp. It was night when I eat it and you showed up from work. You sat down and we talked.
I remember talking to you about your childhood. Your life always seemed like a Greek mythology story to me; from childhood to adulthood you had to fight something or someone.
I remember telling you that I got accepted to a summer program and that I was going to Spain. Your eyes lit up because I was going to be able to do something you only dreamed about. Again your pearly whites shined bright.
We didn’t always get along but we loved each other. The older I got the more I understood you and the more I loved you.
I wish you could still been here but that’s not how life works. I wish I could have shared with you this next journey I will soon be embarking on. I wish we could sit down with some food on the table and just talk. I wish I could still hear your call be “Baby baba” and fill your hand in my head.
Happy Birthday to my Little Big Brother.
