serafaery

My brother has the other candlestick.

I am so grateful to him for taking care of it.

He texted me in his reply, "Easily my favorite piece."

So, I don't really want to go over there and take it from him.

Even though it was promised to me. From Grandma. In writing. Her handwriting, even. There is no question that it is mine.

But I'm not the one who protected and cherished it. He is. So. He can have it. Since he loves it so much. For now, at least.

I feel like he deserves it more than I do.

I feel like he is more of a member of the family than I am, somehow. I am a lost little tendril, and offspring that doesn't fit as part of a larger tree or network of relations. I am an aberration, an anomaly, an accident.

But. I want to go touch it and hold it and take photos and videos of it.

Soon.