I sat back and watched as the family smiled at one another. Finished each other’s sentences. Laughed before the punch line arrived. And it made me miss my family. The way we were. Before we changed. Before we were one less. God, it’s so unfair. Why would you pick my family to tear apart? Why take my brother? Why not some loser on death row? Some child abuser who deserves it. My brother was good. He was kind. He lived every day for you. And for what?
