Dear Oliver

I’m sorry that I forced you to eat my cooking school final project. Pan-fried lemon chicken breast with avocado sauce and mango chutney. That was gross. I will never forget you saying how much you loved it, and you showing up at my graduation, and for always being one of my biggest supporters. There is no better feeling than when your big brother tells you he’s proud of you—thank you for saying it so many times. You’re the greatest.