Alright, so today I wanna talk about something a bit different, more personal. It’s about reaching out to my brother. We’re not super close, you know, different paths and all that, but he’s family. So I thought, why not send him a message? Nothing fancy, just a little something to say “Hey, I’m thinking of you.”
First, I grabbed my phone – that thing’s basically glued to my hand anyway. Then I opened up the messaging app. There’s the usual list of people, coworkers, friends, group chats I’ve muted. I scrolled down to find my brother’s name. It’s been a while since we last chatted.
I started typing, then deleted, then typed again. What do you even say? I mean, we’re not enemies or anything, just… distant. I didn’t want to sound weird or like I was trying too hard. Finally, I settled on something simple:
- “Hey bro, just wanted to say what’s up. Hope you’re doing alright.”
Yeah, real original, I know. But it’s a start, right? I hit send. And then, the waiting game. Part of me was hoping he’d reply right away, maybe with a joke or something. Another part was worried he wouldn’t reply at all. It’s funny how those old insecurities can still pop up.
My phone buzzed. It was him! I quickly open it, and there it is:
- “Dude! Long time. I’m good, just busy. You?”
A wave of relief washed over me. It wasn’t a long message, but it was something. We chatted for a bit, catching up on the basics. Work, life, the usual stuff. It wasn’t a heart-to-heart or anything, but it felt good. Like we were actually connecting, even if just for a few minutes.
We wrapped it up with a “talk soon,” and that was it. Seems small, but it felt bigger than that, I felt it was a small step, but maybe a significant one. It made me realize that it doesn’t take a grand gesture to keep those family connections alive. Just a simple message can do a lot. And who knows, maybe next time it won’t take so long for me to reach out. It’s all about keeping that door open, even if it’s just a crack. I’ll do it again, for sure.
