I haven't had the best relationship with my brother. He's the oldest of my mother's children and grew up as the only child. My mother didn't have Earry until Malik was about 13. I thought he hated us. I know he did. He told me all the time. He made us more than aware that we ruined his life. I remember him calling me a hoe on my 13th birthday. That shit broke my heart.
More recently, we've become a little closer. He's really a good man. He has evolving to do, as we all do. He has the potential to be a ruler. I just wish he gave himself a chance.
He wrote this (on FB, of all places):
Tell yourself you deserve the very best in life. Believe that affluence is your destiny. Focus on your blessings. Show gratitude for what you have. Rise above negativity. Use your imagination to envision your future. Stop worrying. Be creative and watch your dreams and aspirations come alive. Reach one, teach one.
If Malik ever reads this,
Thank you. For everything. Even the negative. You've helped me grow.
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