In moments like these, in the deep dark of night, right after I put my baby down to sleep and am feeling the sting of loneliness—that’s when I miss my brother the most. When I regret running away the way I did all those years ago. Thoughts creep into the forefront of my mind and I wonder where he is, what he’s doing… if he still thinks of me. I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t. Running my hand over my baby boy’s hair, I lean down, kissing his forehead. “Good night, Chase. Sweet dreams.”
