piece 9

I ended up moving in with him, after fighting with my mom, moving in with my dad, fighting with my dad, and last but not least, accidentally seeing pieces of my brother's skull that should have been buried with him but weren't found until after the fact. My dad showed them to me one night when he was drunk. Gray. Broken pieces. Skull fragments. Belonging to my little brother. His head, the head that I loved and cared for so much, part of his body, the body that I held and cared for as a baby and a toddler and a young boy. He fell asleep in my arms so many times.