CHILDHOOD TRAUMA/FAMILY

The Brother No One Here Knows About.

And why it’s easier to say I have no siblings.

Courtesy of author.

I haven’t seen my brother since I was 11 years old. He was adopted by another family so he could have a better life. I knew in my heart it was for the best, but a part of me died when I realized we wouldn’t grow up together. He was the bright spot in my young…