My brother was always different. Not the special snowflake type, more like the 'future billionaire from stupid shit' type. And that happens to be almost what happened...

He wasnt at all bright when he and I were little, but he had an imagination and a nick for writing. Though its ironic in a family full of farmers, he loved writing. He was the black sheep of the family, rare and different. And that's ok.

Metaphor used; black sheep in the family