My big baby brother is graduating from Punahou on Saturday and of course, the question of the moment is: "Where are you going for college?"
His dream? New York University
That's where I wanted to go. And that's where my littlest brother (now 16) wants to go.
I didn't go. I went to Mount Holyoke College and wasn't even allowed the opportunity to apply to NYU. In the end, MHC was fine and I met beautiful people that made the whole experience worth it.
But there has been a lot of drama within the family lately. Talks of unhappiness. Of suicide. I've always said my family was disfunctional. It's not empty of love. We all (most of us) love each other. But maybe with the exception of one person, who of course has her share of downs, there is not one of us who is happy.
Not my mom, dad, stepdad, grandparents, brothers. Not me.
And now it looks like my brother may not be going to NYU. The final decision has not been made -- but the outlook is grim. And why will he not be able to go?
Because of one person standing in the way.
And I watch as another person's dreams bite the dust.