Mom says I have to deal with what is and not to get my hopes up, but how else can hopes go but up?

“Wear your seat belt in the car,” David states. “That’s the rule.”

“You’re right.” I click the seat belt across me and open my sketchbook to the back pages. That’s where I keep all the rules I’m teaching David so if my someday-he’ll-wake-up-a-regular-brother wish doesn’t ever come true, at least he’ll know how the world works, and I won’t have to keep explaining things.

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