My brother.

We were best friends for the first 10 or so years of his life. He never left home.

I worry that he will never move out. That he will never be integrated into the real world successfully. That he will forever be the hurt little boy who watched his happy childhood crumble, who sits at home year after year, waiting and hoping for things to be restored to the way they were.

I have a lot to say about him. I'm overwhelmed with empathy and the feelings associated with the things I have to say.