my youngest brother, david, was born with down's syndrome. for those gentle readers who are not aware of what the condition is, it's caused by an extra chromosome in every one of david's cells.
david still lives at home, and probably always will. when my mother wants to go away with my stepfather, she has to find someone who doesn't mind being with david.
for the last few years, that someone is me. what always fascinates me about my time with david is not how much my little brother and i are different, but how much we are alike.
both of us love irish music. both of us love to write. both of us love to dance. both of us love dogs. both of us, on occasion, have loved too much.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.