A Story Not My Own

This story that I`ve been telling about my brother - my lost brother - is not my story, not really. It is becoming my story - that is, it is becoming a story that matters to me, a story that involves me, a story that I am driving forward and that is driving me forward and so has become part of me, part of my life, mine - but still. At the end of the day, it is not my story. It is my mother`s story.

She is telling it here.

And it is breaking my heart all over again.