Different paths
Our conversation became surprisingly honest and highlighted how different our paths had been. Jack spoke openly about his choices, while I talked about my struggle for independence, which I had fought against all odds. "I was always the one who took the long route," I explained. Even in the midst of openness, there was a strong sense of contrast - two brothers, same family, yet worlds apart in views and chosen paths in life. This was not just about the past, but about a decisive turning point.
Different paths
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Hoping for change
Part of me hoped that despite all the past and lingering bitterness, Jack would find a better path. "I really hope things work out for you," I told him, and I meant every word. He paused silently, as if he hadn't expected sympathy. Years of separation had created a divide, but maybe - just maybe - he was ready to bridge it. Change is never easy, especially when past decisions weigh so heavily.
Hoping for change

