It really is peaceful. My parents won't be back from Cuba until tomorrow......my boys are with their daddy, but already did an easter egg hunt here this morning, then we hid a shitload more eggs!!! My brother sits beside me. Got home at.....I'm unsure, 10 or 11ish. SO full of energy, interacting with us,....it's awesome. But it's not him. It's fucking not, and I goddamn know it. It's crack or coke.......I did get him to eat a sandwich, but that might just mean that he's out of shit. I straight up asked him....he told me I was being silly. I'm not. This isn't him, that I'm fucking sitting beside right now. He's snapped out. I fucking know it. I'm still goddamn happy to be sitting beside him, though. Love him to no end, and would do anything for him. It just....it kinda scares me, to see him like this.