"No, Jeremy. It's Ok. I understand. I do. You're right. I'll always be here for you. I don't need your reassurance, or little reminders. I'll always see you as the baby on my breast, the toddler holding my skirt. The little boy trying to impress me, showing off. The tween with that look of fascination, infatuation. My teen buddy, calling on the phone to share his world, seeking me out for advice. Trusting me completely and without any reservation. Sharing his joys and failures. Working so hard to make things right between my sister and me. Placing my needs above even his own. I'll always love you, always be here...