2015 was a year; especially a rough year. I was a senior at North Plainfield high school and even though it was supposed to be a breeze, it wasn't hell either. My parents were splitting up around my junior year, in the summer time, but around senior it had gotten worst. Arguments after arguments, it was a non stop headache to hear them. My father thought he wasn't involving us yet my mother did. I could only speak for myself, but it was a mental battle everyday that year, but things didn't change until my mother moved out and she took me with her.
Moving into her new place was strange, real strange. I mean I was still living in our original home with my father and older brother, but I was beyond depressed. I remember my brother dropping me off for the first time, slowly, rolling my suitcase into her new apartment. I cried, sobbed, screamed, all of my frustrations into his chest. His warmth was the only thing that kept me stable. I felt him cry or at least I thought he did for a second, but didn't feel any tears on my skin.
My brother is the silent type, yet his presence made you very comfortable to be around him. He was never violent on expressing his emotions either. He just didn't know who to show his emotions to because I knew back then and now, you cannot and I repeat, CANNOT, trust everyone.
I know this, but around that time; I truly saw him and what he tried to hide.
