Two Brothers

She had two problematic brothers. For as long as she could remember, they had not been normal. Through her middle school, high school, and college years, they had been jailed and sentenced many times. She had fought knives, hangers, metal rods and anything solid away from them when they tried to hit or hurt another family member. She had seen them steal and sell things her mother or others own. She had seeing the unwavering love of her mother towards the two brothers. She had seen them, calling names and slangs at her father. She had seen how her father ignored the violent behavior in frustration. She had seen when they used drugs, stole stuff and brutally injured a person; coming running to hide at home from authorities. When reported they had manipulated everyone by saying that no one loved them and their own sister didn't even protect them. At this point, she broke down in tears.

Gradually, she became afraid of them. She didn't know how to talk to them, what to do or how to act. When they were in the Jail, she did not visit them out of fear. Fear of these people who were not the brother she knew, fear of the Jail and what it meant, fear of what might be wrong with her own brain and self. She felt bad about this, but did not know what to do. She felt helpless, frustrated and scared. Yet she continued to live.