Sean, Jason, and David

Last Sunday was Mother's birthday, making her at the flattering age of 60. The whole day was spent helping Jason continue moving furniture into the new house, and the night was rested alongside a buffet. I made my best efforts into giving off the "this is fun" attitude, just to give it a shot for us to actually converse. And when I say us, I of course mean my brothers Sean, Jason, and I. If anything, the U'Haul's three seated moving truck did the trick. The three of us were cramped in driving back and forth between houses, giving us enough time to finally break the silence.

The three of us sat in a U'Haul truck when we moved to Ontario 13 years ago, and here we are again.

We all started sharing memories and it gave us the opportunity to finally have a "brotherhood" moment. We joked about how Father would always do or say certain things that ticked us off, making it one of the first times we had ever laughed with a topic involving our father. We stopped by a 7-11 within one of the trips and I decided to just stay in the car. Sean and Jason comes out with a cherry slurpee for me. It's a good drink.

They actually showed interest and asked me a series of question in an attempt to catch up. They asked me about the girls, the job, the college, the hobbies, and I was ever so willing in answering them the best I could. It was almost as if I forgot we were related. I felt safe, I felt like a little brother.

And I must admit, I loved every second of it, and I cherished every second of it. I missed it so much, and even if it was for a few miles, it gave me a sense of home. Although it was nice for a day, I know it wouldn't last long. Things will go back to how they were when the dinner was over, with us going back our separate ways.