There was a brotherly row in our home this morning over what brotherly rows are generally about. Which is to say: nothing.
Big brother left for the day with devices, books, and notes for a college admissions meeting he has later in the day.
Little brother, unbeknownst to mom, took it upon himself to restore the peace.
People often speak of miracles in relationship to Trevor. Mostly, they have ideas of fireworks and full healing seizure freedom. Meanwhile, these are the miracles that leave me a puddle on the floor.
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