Three weeks with my brother - Nicholas Sparks [137]
crowds, until we finally reached the point where our paths were forced to diverge.
We faced each other to say good-bye, and when I looked up at Micah, the first thought to go through my mind was that I might never see him again.
It’s a sad thought, of course, but honest. It had happened to both of us three times before. It’s what I always think when I say good-bye to my brother.
“I had a great time,” I said. “Like you promised, it was the trip of a lifetime.”
“It was the best,” he said. He set his suitcase down and smiled. “I’ll give you a call when I get back home.”
“You better.”
He opened his arms and I went into them. And for a long moment, my brother and I held each other in the terminal, oblivious to the crowd weaving around us.
“I love you, little brother,” he whispered.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“I love you, too, Micah.”