Confessions

I and 18 year old teenage guy living with my Father,

and i go and visit my mother 20 minutes down 26 mile rd.

I do not visit her as much i should, but if gas was cheaper i would alot more often.

But thats still no excuse to not see the women who gave birth to me.

I call her almost every other day to see how she's doing and see how Bob is, her husband to be.

My brother the person i grew up with that has seen my worst faults and greatest acheivements,

has left to fullfill his dream of being a Marine.

I do not hate his choice i just regret not spending all the time i could with him, i hate i that i can't talk to him but once a month if i'm lucky.

Always being told by my parents enjoy your time before you run out of it.

What did I do, i ran out of time to spend with him.

He was off to bootcamp before i knew it being broken down and turned into a robot for the government.

I expected him to come back and be a different person, but i was wrong no one could take away his unique personality.

He is still my brother, i miss him more then i ever thought i would

My Mother my Father both try to keep on this face of certainty

but in reality i know they feel just as i do.

But they worry he might not come home, but i know he will come home i have it set in stone.

I'm confident in my brother, was not very good in school, but when it comes to what he loves not even the afgahn Army can keep him from doing what he loves and coming home.