Getting hard.

Doing the big thing, far away, so I could come back someday and have something to show for it.

I thought being the older brother meant carrying the family by going out into the world and conquering it.” He shook his head slowly.

“And then I read twelve pages about a seventeen-year-old kid buying groceries and learning insurance codes and sitting up all night counting his grandmother’s breaths.

And I understood I’d had it exactly backwards.