The Year I Almost Met My Brother
I am an only child. I mean, I was an only child. Well, sort of. I was raised as an only child, but then . . .
Out of the blue the December I was 27 years old I got a call from my Mother.
All in one breath she blurted out, “I have something to tell you, but I don’t know if I should tell you. I’m not sure if you’re going to be upset. But I should tell you. Do you want me to tell you?”