The love between siblings is fierce. The love between a brother and sister even more so. I have seen it from my own brother’s unwavering support and love toward me. I have seen the fierce protectiveness my husband displays toward his younger sister.
I was lucky enough to have grown up with two brothers. My situation was a bit unique, however. While I grew up as a middle child with one older brother and one younger, the role I played out was more akin to that of an oldest child, as my oldest brother was severely developmentally disabled. He has since passed away, 15 months ago. As I grew older, the more protective I became of him, especially as I entered the field of special education.
But I never had an older brother to protect me. My younger has kind of taken on that…
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