Tag Archives: Escaping Home

As My Younger Brother Left Home

On the words I didn’t say, translated… My younger brother is six years junior to me, as he was a kid, he’d become like that gum that stuck on the bottom of my shoes, loved circling around me. As my … Continue reading

Posted in Experiences of Life, Family Dynamics, Family Relations, Lessons of Life, Philosophies of Life, Properties of Life, Ranting About Life, the Consequences of Life, the Process of Life, Things Left Behind | Tagged , , | Leave a comment