I flew home from London to surprise my mother on her 70th birthday and walked into a wedding reception in her backyard. The groom was my 26-year-old brother, who has Down syndrome.

I opened a small law practice in Savannah. I bought a house with a spare room.

Petey still calls me every Sunday at 4 p.m. sharp.

Even though now I’m sitting right next to him on the couch, watching the Braves.

THE END.

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The people who love us most aren’t always the ones who say it loudest. Sometimes they’re the ones who show up uninvited and ask to see the ticket.

What would you have done if you were Callum? Tell us in the replies.