My heart skipped a beat. Sudden tears pricked my eyelids. What was coming next? What didn’t I know?
They didn’t tell me you lost your brother. They didn’t tell me he was your older brother. Your wiser brother. Your strong, protector, savior brother. The one you looked up to, respected and loved. They didn’t tell me you lost him.
They didn’t tell me you lost anyone or anything.
They briefed me on the “issues” in the class: ADHD, ASD, dyslexia, anxiety. But you — you were a well-adjusted child. Caring, loving. Hardworking. There was no need to mention you.
After all, it happened six years ago. Six years ago, he left in the morning, and never came home. Six years ago, at the age of five, your youth was stolen.
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