I know I shouldn’t be worried, but I still am a bit. My brother is getting out of jail next, and it has been a little more than seven years now. I am happy that he is getting released as I still feel he was tried unlawfully. I guess I still blame myself for what happened to him. If I had, had the courage to speak up about what was happening he never would have done what he did. He wanted our lives to change, he wanted to be treated like the others. He wanted me and Azo to be happy so he fought back. He fought back and he lost so many years of his life. He grew up to fast, and for that I’m sorry. He tried to save me and got locked up, because I was too weak to run. He was my best friend, and my protector. He took the worst of the abuse to keep me and Azo from it. We were all young and he tried so hard to be our guardian. Then after what Azo did I don’t think he could ever be the same, that’s when things got real bad, he had a life he was protecting and he failed. Then all there was, was me, I loved my older brother, and I still love him because I know how hard he tries to always be there for me. Now he is getting out and I seem to be at a loss of how to welcome him into my house. I have kid and we have our ways of doing things. He knows this, after all he is her uncle, and at least they have met. My daughter is excited, she liked him when she met him through the glass talking window. I don’t think she understand what really happened all those many years ago. Sometimes it seems all a blur to me as well, but then I remember, he wanted me to run, he wanted me to leave and he did what he thought he had to. But of course I didn’t leave and all his work was lost. I don’t wish to tell you what he did because I fear it may trigger people, but perhaps I will say something later when I feel I can really write out the story of my childhood.