a short story

Have you ever known someone who found you?

Once upon a time, a littlest brother was born. He was blonde-haired blue-eyed wild. Memories are hazy, photos tell a story. I’ll keep you safe, you can hide behind me, I’m big enough for the both of us, I said. He was the kind of favorite you don’t mind too much because he’s yours too.

A lot of years passed. Stumbling lost at a sprint through a dark, dark wood kind of dog years, forever in a night, I thought this was finally the right turn so how did I end up here kind of years.

Once upon a time, a littlest brother said, I’ll help you, you can follow me, I’m healing myself for all of us.

The littlest brother didn’t need to hide anymore because he had found a way to the heart of the forest, where no one had to be big enough for the both, where you could be loved no matter what kind of years you had.

What will I need to wear to get there? Come just as you are.

What if the heart of the forest doesn’t like what it sees? Impossible.

How do you know? Trust me like I trusted you.

How will I know the way? Take my hand.