Aldene III/George Jr.

At this point in time, George Jr was 4 or 5 years old. I do not know where in the landscape of my memories he hid, but during this time of my life, he is not there. Later in my life, I would wish for him to disappear, but not at this moment. This should have been a time for connecting and bonding with my brother, and starting a friendship that would last a lifetime. To this day, the idealism of this close knit sibling bond plagues me. Plagues me, because it would never come to fruition. Yet still, I am searching my mind for this little boy who at the time, had not yet hurt me or taken on the distinct personality of my father. At such a young age, was I so consumed with myself that I didn't really care about him? Did he feel this from his older sister, hence the beginning of a severely broken and unforgiving relationship?
There are many moments throughout my life that George Jr is there and can be seen very clearly. He is, or was, the source of much rage and anger inside of me for most of my life. My concern is still the little boy George. Someday maybe I will see you, and I will see the George I always dreamed about, better yet, the BROTHER I dreamed about.