I have been thinking a lot about my brother lately, and my head has been hurting continuously for months
now. I feel like I can't think straight. I begin by looking at family pictures that I had put together for a school assignment. (The assignment consisted of creating a reflective notebook, in which we had to break down
particular moments of interaction into transformative moments). My gaze freezes on a picture of my brother
and me. He must have been fourteen in that picture, which means that I would have been four years old. I
stay with the image. My brother had a genuine passion for learning. He was extremely bright at school and