A few weeks ago, my family and I dropped my little brother off at college. I shouldn’t say he’s little He’s not so little anymore. He’s 18 and he drives a truck with a six-inch lift. I still see him as 5 even though he’s a lot taller and stronger than I am now.
We were dropping him off at the same college I went to years ago. It was my first time back at the university in years, back at the same block of dorms where I lived, and I remembered the mixed feeling of excitement and fear on the day my parents dropped me off. After sweating in the Texas sun to get me moved in, they hugged me in the parking lot and pulled away to home, and I walked back to my dorm and made the loneliest turkey sandwich I have ever eaten in my life.
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