My My Brother, Kenneth
A strange boy lives with me and his name is Kenneth. I don’t know him well but I see him everyday. He comes and goes from the room that he stays in and I see him a few times a day. I see him in car rides, I see him in the kitchen, and I see him most on the weekends. Although he’s in highschool we go to separate schools and we live separate lives, very separate. As separate as possible. Different schools, different friends, different sports, different everything. The only thing that keeps us near is our parents. The same shared parents. I see the same 3 boys come and go with Kenneth. Eli, Evan, and Kaidan. In and out of the house going to school, then APA, then volleyball. He’s my brother but we aren’t close. He’s never home, jumping in and out of my house and two of his friends. It almost feels like my parents aren’t his. Nothing is shared in common. We like different things and we do different activities. We flow in and out of our homes doors without speaking a word to each other. Honestly, I never know where he’s going or what he’s doing yet we stand next to each other in the photos that hang on the walls. He’s my “brother’ but it doesn’t feel like it.