Consequences

My brother died in the season of the Leo the year before my second child was born.

He had hazel eyes and dark brown hair, wavy like my older son. It curled at the ends, and I never forgave him the year that he shaved his head.

There are days that go by when I do not think of him, and then there are days where I cannot stop. He died of lung cancer because of a choice he made 11 years before he took his final breath.

My son defends his vape to me as though I will accept any feeble excuse for him...