He always wanted to be a superhero. As a boy, he would tie our bedsheets around his neck and run around the house. He begged me to get my head stuck in the banister or to climb up a tree. "I'll save you!" he promised. It wasn't that I didn't believe him; I've just never been the damsel in distress.
Last week my brother pushed me out of the way of speeding car. Last week he finally got to be a superhero, and now I am a damsel in great, great distress.
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