I was hit in the head with a brick when I was only three months old. My older brother was so angry with me for stealing his girlfriend at the time. He was eighteen. I was only a baby.
I think that he went too far with that. Years later, when I had just turned 25, he finally came to my house in the dead of night and apologized for what he'd done.
"I know that you don't remember this, but when you were only three months old, well- I hit you in the head with a brick."
"I remember all right, buster. I still have a dent the size of a Cadillac in my forehead. It's there for life!"
"I know, and I'm sorry for having done that.
It's just that I was dating this girl at the time and she was hanging out in our kitchen one day, and you just started sweet talking her, and before I knew it,
the two of you were heading out the door to go see a movie!"
"Yes I remember. You hadn't been treating her right. Someone should've taken that girl long before I did."
"She was carrying you in her arms! She was smiling like I hadn't seen her smile in forever!"
"She was just happy to finally be doing something fun! All you ever did with her was cook hamburgers in the back yard!"
My brother gave a great sigh. He looked tired, and old. "Well, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I reacted the way I did and that we never spoke about it. I should've- asked if you were ok."
"Well, thank you for coming. Would you like to spend the night? It looks like it's raining outside."
"Yes I'd love that." My brother began to sob into his arm. "Can you please cook me a steak dinner! I'm so hungry and cold inside!"
"Please add some mushrooms! I really like them with my steak, oh god! And medium rare!"
I threw some butter into the pan as my brother retreated into my bedroom to cry.