This is John.

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Mm. an I-Heart podcast. Guaranteed human. I want my brother as my maid of honor, but my friend thinks it's creepy. Is your brother creepy? Because that's the only thing. I, 25 female, am planning my wedding to my awesome fiancé. And I'm so excited. We've been planning the event and we'll be married later in the year. He has his best man, his brother andsman, mostly picked out. I thought I did too. We each have six people and I have five female bridesmaids and a man of honor, which I want to be my brother, 35 male. My bridesmaids think this isn't a great idea. And if you are hurt, I'm not choosing them instead. Here's why I want to choose my brother. By the way, this comes from wedding drama 12-05, and if you want to submit your own stories, go to the R-slash OK Storytime subreddit. My biological mother lost custody of me when I was four, and I was put in an emergency foster situation with a family. I lived with them for six months, but was then put back into my mother's case. From four and a half-ish to six,

I lived with my mother, and it was bad. She was too sick, too addicted, and too weak to handle a child,

and by six, I was being adopted out. By some miracle, the family who took me in at four got a hold

in the system, and I went to live with them and was later adopted. The family had boys.

The youngest was 16 when I got there. I was terrified of him when I got there, which they told me

about recently. I have no recollection of that. I do remember him spending the summer with me,

teaching me to swim, teaching me how to play games, teaching me how different appliances worked.

He skipped a summer job to help

our mom with my adjustment. I had eating problems. I had dental problems. I had a snoot full of

health problems, including parasites. He came to doctor appointments. He also helped me get ready for

school. I hadn't started kindergarten yet and would actually never go. He and my mom would do

learning activities with me and by September, I was okay to enter first grade. I used to lie in my

stomach and play geography games with him and he'd reward me with reasons. We were very close. He didn't

go away to college as his tradition and instead stayed home to go to a good university locally. He'd

pick me up from school some days and from six 12, I had an older brother to rely on.

He eventually moved out and went to medical school.

He's such a great person for that field.

Very literally, my brother helped save my life.

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