9-17-12
One day a couple of years ago I was shopping at the mall. It was just a typical day out with my friends. We walked over to the food court when I saw him. It was my brother sitting there all by himself. He was wearing his typical green and brown flannel, his Carhartt pants, and his big clunky work boots. His bright blonde hair was shining from under his faded camo hat.
I started towards him, surprised to be seeing him here, when I stopped short. This wasn't my brother. Startled, I stepped back. How could I have been so wrong? How could I have been so thoroughly convinced that it was him?
I creeped over to a nearby table and quietly sat in the red plastic chair. I pulled out my phone and discretely snapped a picture of the impostor. I studied it meticulously, thinking that my eyes must have been tricking me. Although the face was different, when I looked down at my phone, it seemed as if my brother was looking back at me.
The whole ride home I felt strange as I continued to look at the picture. It really looked like him, but how could I have made that mistake? This was my little brother and it took me so long to realize that I was confused. I felt guilty for thinking someone else was him.
I arrived home and quickly pulled out the picture for him for him to see. As if it were no big deal, he said, "Oh yeah, that's Eli. People confuse us all the time."
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