Why I Gave Up on a Sibling Bond (Excerpt)
When I was eight, my father took us to a water park and my brother showed me how to go underwater without holding my nose. It’s a small thing, but it wasn’t something I could do until he took the time to teach me. He set aside time he could have been in the large wave pool to show me what to do. A small kindness that meant a lot to me.
It’s strange to think that in ten years he’d threaten to bash my head in with a hammer while I slept.