It was the end of the world when

we each opened our

fresh Pokémon card packs and I got repeats, you got a holographic Blastoise. I threw

such a fit, I ruined it for both of us. Dad

hid the card in one of his hats

I don’t think we ever found it.

You were always scraped by my stray bullets

Unspoken promises of always

being hand in hand

Now you have a family and I watch in awe

think to myself

that your babies will never have trauma

I’m proud of you and the house

you’ve made out of Kevlar