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My brother used to take me here. It's been too long since I was too young to remember. He said it was his fathers favorite. His father vouches, all the waiters know him. The owner is his best friend. Besides for me and my brother, obviously.
But it's not so anymore. Not in the ways I wished it could be. He doesn't recognize me much anymore. Now I have a job. A farm, a girlfriend.
Just like my brother's father. Though I don't know that. I probably never will. I find myself trying to calculate who had it worse. He probably did, but he never let that get in the way of my own experiences. He was always the better one. The stronger one.
He says it doesn't matter, but it does. It matters to me… Why was it me?