Foundation

today


my chest sank.


—


from witnessing


something sacred.


—


we sat


at an empty school.


just talking.


the kind


of conversation


that somehow


turns ordinary places


into memory.


—


he spoke


about his brother


like people


speak about


home.


—


certain.


—


the one person


he trusts


with everything.


the one person


he never wants


distance from.


the one person


life built


into him.


—


and he said


something


that stayed


with me.


—


how sad it is


that siblings fight.


how people


don’t realize


what they have.


because bonds


like this—


rare.


—


this is life,


he said.


—


and i just sat there.


quiet.


because damn—


he right.


—


then he said


something


that almost


left me speechless.


—


> “i wouldn’t be me  

> without you.”


—


and my chest sank.


because what


do you even say


to that?


—


i’m a part


of your foundation.


—


pieces of me


quietly living


inside


the way


you think.


the way


you move.


the way


you understand


the world.


—


and suddenly


i saw something


beautiful


about life.


—


love


don’t always


announce itself.


sometimes—


it hides


in laughter.


in songs


quietly played


just to make


someone feel included.


in jokes


that only


two people get.


in unspoken loyalty.


in knowing


someone would


drop everything


if life ever


got heavy.


—


and i realized—


maybe this


is what family


supposed to feel like.


not obligation.


not blood.


—


foundation.


—


he said


mentally


he’ll never


pass me.


because he learned


everything


from me.


—


and i smiled.


—


from understanding


the cycle.


—


the student


learns.


the teacher


keeps studying.


and one day—


the student


becomes


someone worth


learning from too.


—


i surpassed


all of mine.


—


because that’s


the way


life moves.


—


someone pours


into you.


you grow.


you carry


pieces of them.


and then—


you become


part of someone else’s


foundation.


—


and damn—


that felt


like an honor


too heavy


for words.


— Mr. Mak

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