As you well know, story telling is an art, and embedding little mysteries makes a read more satisfying. :-)

My BIG little brother, yes. Lol. Mom couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that by the time he was 14, he didn’t need any protecting. His size did all that for him.

Like many really big guys, though, he was quite sweet by nature and mellowed into an even nicer man as he matured.

One thing that makes me uncomfortable about this story is that it might portray my brother as a physical bully, which is nothing at all like the truth.

He’s one of the kindest men I’ve ever known.