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“Happy Birthday to you, you live in a zoo, you smell like a monkey, and you look like one too!”

-Me, ten years ago

            It is my youngest brother’s birthday today. He is twelve years old. I have sent him a subpar DVD edition of a subpar movie adaptation of his favorite, surprisingly decent book series. I hope that he appreciates it.

            He is so far away. It is the first birthday that I have missed. And I will probably miss it every faraway year from now on because I will be in college or in law school or at my job or millions of miles away.

            I miss him. And I hope that the BluRay copy of Percy Jackson and the Olympians can convey that better than nine silly simple sentences can.