The thing is, my brother is really sick. He is one of your millions of Latinos with diabetes. I am really worried about him and don't know what will happen from one day to the next. I tell myself it probably isn't bothering me but it really is. There are only two of us. I am eight years older than he is. I was in third grade when he was born.
He is on dialysis now. He had to retire from his job as a fireman. He can barely walk around, and one doctor has recommended amputation.
Between that and working really hard to finish a book, the hour I had been spending on dreamacttexas has somehow gotten lost. Even when I have the time, the enthusiasm I had for the writing slipped away. I am hoping that in a few days I will get it back.
I apologize for not writing more, but you know how it is...
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