Painful Admission the First

I have not seen or heard from my brother in almost seven years. He recently moved to Hamilton, and refuses to acknowledge my existence. He was visiting one Sunday afternoon in December all those many years ago, right around the anniversary of our mother’s death, and he just walked out. Peter said something minor (and inoffensive) to him and he. Just. Walked. Out. That moment is so terribly etched in my mind. He was looking for an excuse to leave me and never look back. To this day I have no idea what the problem is. Why saying hello isn’t even an option. I believe it’s because I deeply embarrass him.