Little Bother

by GreySlate

December 28, 2031

The circle of life, I guess. The girls announced their pregnancies together, my girl being a week ahead of his girl. We cared for them religiously. We would take care of them as our mother took care of us, with a constant sense of panic and never-ending worry for their safety and well-being. They sometimes grew tired of us, and sent us away on a fishing trip, while they watched soap operas and talked gossip to each other. We’d come back if even one mail mare appeared, regardless of what the issue was, or if there was even an issue at all. We rushed home a few times because we thought we saw the wall-eyed mare. We didn’t care. We wanted them happy and safe, to which they always replied, in between reassuring kisses that they were fine and we were too paranoid. We both cared about our girls more than our own lives. But even in the end, we stuck together, little bro and I.