23 2 / 2012
thankful.
my brother and i rarely talk unless we’re in the same room.
and tomorrow i’m going into the OR to observe for school and i’m absolutely terrified. and i guess he talked to my dad and he told him i was scared, so he texted me, telling me what to expect, that i would find it interesting and that i would be okay.
it’s those little things that make me miss seeing him, thankful that he’s around.
and as much as i mock his existence, i can’t wait to sit on the couch, complain about how our mother won’t put the AC on when it’s 100 degrees out and watch the red sox.
