The Sunday Sound: There's Something About Blood, Part Three

My rad brothers. Derek's on the right.

Today's sixty seconds polishes off my mini-series. I am the baby of the blood siblings, so we end with my brother Derek. Derek loves me. We all went to an arcade once. We earned tons of tickets; collected them all in one communal pot; divided the spoils at the end. Derek spent his substantial earnings on the cutest little blob of a killer whale I've ever seen and handed it to me. This ball of cuteness now resides on my bed. His name is "Belugs" (in honor of the punk kid taking our tickets who insisted my gift was a Beluga whale. It clearly WAS NOT. Trust me. I know killer whales. Just listen to last week's post). 

Since I just spoiled that story, I had to go with something else. When I was interviewing my siblings for Sealed, I asked the question, "How do you think our parents' divorce affected each of the siblings?" Each one then commented on what they perceived in the others. This was quite the experience. In his own words, here are some of Derek's thoughts on yours truly. This is Derek's piece because he has always tried to understand my motivations. And he has always worried about remaining close to me. I love him.

THE SUNDAY SOUND: June 12, There's Something About Blood, Part Three
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