As I walked out the airport building, I faced hundreds of people standing across the railing. Each one was there waiting in the middle of the night for their dear ones to arrive from an international flight. I felt everyone’s eyes on me and I tried to find my brother in the crowd. Usually when I arrive there, within a few seconds of me coming out of the door, I hear a soft deep voice saying, “This way.” That’s my brother. I walk to the side and he meets me where the railing ends. He grabs the luggage cart from me and whisks me to his car and drive off in the middle of the night to his home.
I looked at Oni, across the table, having his meal. I could not be angry with him anymore! What a brother! He was trying to become free for me. Wow! I realized that his measure of our relationship is the number of minutes he can dedicate solely to me when we're in the same part of the world.