Monday, July 16, 2012; 3:32 PM
~8~ (Monday, July 16, 2012; 3:32 PM)
“Happy Birthday!” I exclaimed to Luke as he came back home from school that afternoon.
“Thanks!” He said. I could tell that he was trying to be enthusiastic but was still really shattered from our father abandoning us.
Luke got a snack from the fridge and went straight down to the basement, to our room.
“I got you something.” I said to Luke, handing him a very small and thin wrapped gift.
“Oh, thanks bro!” Luke said as he started to open it. It was revealed to be a card, like a gift card, but it wasn’t a gift card.
“You know how you’re always talking about getting a lip piercing?”
“Yeah…” Luke said.
“Well, we’re going to do that tonight.” I explained. “And with that I.D. you have in your hand, you didn’t turn sixteen today, you turned eighteen.”
“Are you serious?” Luke exclaimed. “Dude that’s awesome, thank you!”
I was trying so hard to be the “fun” brother, the rock, the one that Luke could go to when he was feeling down or if he needed to have fun.
We went to the piercing place, and Luke screeched a lot during the process. But when it was done, he came out with a lip ring.
“How do I look?” Luke asked.
“Awesome, man!” I said while high five-hugging him.
“How pissed will Mom be?” He asked.
“She probably won’t notice.” I said, thinking about how she'll be too wasted to notice a difference.
And she didn’t, at first. It took her a couple weeks to catch on. But even then, she wasn’t as furious as we thought she’d be.
I thought about these memories I had a lot.
They made me feel good.
But they terrified me.
What if I never get to see my brother again?
in case you were wondering this is the REAL STORY behind Luke getting his lip ring *smirk emoji*