Growing up it was hard
To grow up you have to find that glow
But in a world where everything has to be ‘normal’
Where do you go?
How to start?
How to end?
What do you do when no one understands.
The boy I care for.
The boy I love.
My brother, may be different.
However, he’s always been ‘normal’ to us.
My glow came the day I stood up for him.
No one would mistreat him just because of their views on ‘them’
On the autistic, on the handicap, or special needs.
My glow up happened because I grew up to protect him.
The younger sibling I was...
But for him, I grew older.
To be the guide and protector.
To be stronger.
I didn’t ask for the responsibility...
But I grew to love it.
He gave me my sense of the world.
A love for those who are different.
He made me grow up but glow up too.
No longer was I girl.
I was a woman who knew ‘they’ would always be special…
Like me and you.