And
then it got me to thinking. All of my
life, I have felt like my parents favored my brother more. My general feeling was that he was their
favorite, but suddenly, I was looking at it a whole other way. Just maybe they tried harder with him and
helped him more, because they were worried about him. Just maybe they weren’t worried about
me. Maybe, like CC, they knew that I
would be okay, so they focused on my brother who needed them more. They could have been showing me the highest
form of respect and faith, and I was missing it.