Do you like me?

That was the question I overheard my three year old son ask his six year old sister.

Both of them chatting in her room, scouring the baskets of toys and odd nick-nacks for a "Clue" game piece that had gone missing.

"Do you like me?" he asked.

"Of course." She answers. A short pause. "I love you. You're my brother."

"Well I love you Lily. Even if you were not my sister."

"Me, too."

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I hope that as they grow and are separated by distance, they are never too far apart. It's only now that I'm older, I realize that not only do I love my younger brother, I like him too.

Even if he weren't my brother.