“Johnny do you ever wonder…if we would be this close if we had grown up together?” Scott asked.
“Nope” Johnny replied.
“Why not?”
“Why, can't change it.”
“I know but I always wanted a little brother. You, Johnny my boy, are not what I always imagined.” Scott smiled.
Johnny admitted, “Yeah I used to want an older brother. Someone who would protect me.”
“I would have…protected you.”
“I know. But the bother I imagined wasn't a gringo.”
“How could that be?”
“I was a kid how would I know that?”
Scott laughed and pulled his brother into a hug.
~ end ~