Family, and Country, Divided
My brother is older than me and when I was in high school, he worked second shift. I’d stay up waiting for him to get home and we’d work on jigsaw puzzles on the floor of his bedroom late into the night.
Later, we went through divorces at the same time, and we helped each other through our hard times. That was 15 years ago. We’ve both since remarried and I moved away. Something changed between…