Let alone my brother.

I think I was 7. I was sitting with my dad. In his car. In the driveway. And dad told me that I should be protective of my younger brother. That I should always come to his aid. That I should be his protector. Take on an abiding responsibility for him. And I began to cry. Because I thought that was too much responsibility. After all, I felt overwhelmed just caring for myself. Let alone my brother. --Jim Broede