Yes, he expressed his opinion and disagreed most of the time, but he never stopped holding my hand. He's my brother. This guy's confidence made me want to be just like him. Anything he wanted, he went after without question. This also applied to his personal life. You see, my brother is gay and has never hidden this fact. I remember him always getting into fights because people would follow him home from the bus stop and make fun of him, but that never stopped him from being who he was. As he got older he started to accept it a lot more, but my mother would never agree with the idea. Although she loved my brother, she did not support his lifestyle and this created tension in my family. My brother stopped coming to me because I barely saw him. Although my mother showed no emotion about it, I knew it was tearing her up inside. He would have called my brother, but no answer. She visited him at home, but he was never available. Little did we know that something so traumatic would bring us all back together