From "Caleb's Crossing"--This is an excellent thought about family though it doesn't apply to me. I am lucky in my brothers." Now, of all times in my life, did I wish Caleb truly was my brother, rather than that selfish, imperious, weak-willed soul to whom fate had shackled me. Geraldine Brooks
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When the book 'Caleb's Crossing' was written, it was about a boy who wanted to be with his brother more than anything. At the conclusion of the book, the boy believed that he had found his brother after they ran away together.

Source: Calebs Crossing

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