Around 9 or 10 years ago, my little brother (then a child) started hanging out with a mixed (white and black) child, and this made me angry for some reason. I hated that my white little brother would hang out with a mixed child. But I'm sure they had fun together, because they hung out whenever they could. Now I feel like an idiot asshole for my prior feelings. My little brother is going off to college soon, and I'm still struggling with everyday existence.
"Imagination, life is your creation"
