An open letter to my brother on his gotcha day,
My sweet André, my life has been changed drastically many times over the course of 23 years, but August 18, 2009 will forever come to mind. This is the day you came home, we gotcha, and my life has been immeasurably better since that day. I was a 17 year old brat, afraid I was being replaced. You were a 17 month old miracle who expected nothing out of this world you had struggled through. But all that changed August 18, 2009 when I came home from my golf match and held you for the first time. I still don't know or understand how someone so emotionally scarred and alone could be so sweet, loving, and trusting. You truly were and are a one of a kind person & I hope with all my heart that never changes. The weirdest part about that gotcha day is that we didn't know it WAS your gotcha day. You were only supposed to spend 4 short weeks with us as a foster and leave again for Haiti. But fate played a different game with us, and you stayed and became my brother. How fucking lucky am I, huh? For exactly 6 years, I have never once had to live without knowing I have the most special kid in the world waiting to give me a hug when he sees me. I cannot put into adequate and eloquent wording how much you have changed my life for the better, and it's a change that will stick for good. Now, before the mush fest starts I just ask one thing on our family's special day; please always stay my brother, the brother who is thoughtful, sweet, protective, and intuitive. And in return I will remain your sister; a sister who sees parts of herself in you despite there being no biological explanation for it. I love you more than unconditionally, more than forever, and more than "to the moon and back and back again." I hope I can give you one tenth of what you have given me these 6 years.
Love, your big sister