Why I Love my Brother 3

My brother has put up with a lot from his older brother over

the years and I think it might be time that I finally treat him as an peer unlike a younger brother. Ever since my brother was in 3rd or 4th grade I have called my brother by his name every time that I have seen him or confronted him. That would be fine if it was his true name Aaron L Ruff. However that is not how I refer to him. Some of you may know that I like to call my brother CHUNK. It is a name that I made up through the middle school years to sort of describe my brother, however it also coincided with the movie The Goonies, so I have to give them their due. Before going through his growth spurt, Chunk was 4' 5" or 6" and he weighed like 180lbs. The guy was stalky. I began calling him that name because I wanted my brother to get used to me saying it as a buddy, buddy name in case anyone ever said something similar in a hurtful way, it wouldn't sting as much. Long story short, Chunk went to Germany for 3 weeks, lost his baby fat and now I'm the Chunk in the family. This name has been my buddy mechanism with my brother. There are certain things that brothers tend to latch on to growing up together and this was what I kept alive for so long. It's hard to call my brother by his real name, when I have had this connection with him for so long. One day I have to grow up and actually call him by his real name (at his wedding), but for right now and the rest of the week, he's still Chunk T to me. It might even sneak out once or twice, but I only mean it in love. 3 days and counting.