Little brother, where'd you go? I remember you and your infectious cackling laughter. Your pranks. Your stunts. How did you never break a bone? I believed in you. I told you you could fly so I could see that wonder in your eyes. When did you stop flying? Did the years, the drugs, the things wrong in your brain, take away your shine? Put a changeling in your place? A bitter, angry, resentful, dull, sad, lost shell of a once vibrant person. I miss you. This Christmas. And every day.