Sacrificed Son, Unbreakable Soul

ge of pure joy, a feeling so unfamiliar it almost hurt. This wa

as gathered around my younger brother, Caleb, celebrating his acceptance

k at Caleb, admiring a new, expensive watch. "That's nice, Ethan," he said, flat and dismissive. "But we're a lit

orn to unrecognizable pieces in the trash. It wasn't an accident. It was a

ather boomed, "Don't you raise your voice! You are upsetting your brother on his specia

ay my future, showing me my dreams meant less than protecting Caleb from his inadequacy. I was a stranger in my own home, a perpetual villain in their narrative. Was