“Congratulations by the way,” I tell my brother. There’s a long pause. “For what?” “You know what.” It’s the first week of October. Today marks the fucking day that my little brother has been sober…for two long years. I think he’s going to say something biting in return. After another pause, he says, “Thanks, you know, for everything.” His edged voice is full of sincerity. “You did it on your own. I just stood by you.”
