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My Brother Rescued Me; I Wish I Could Have Rescued Him [baltimoresun.com]

 

By Susan Kellam, The Baltimore Sun, September 12, 2019

My first true love lived down the hall. On hands and knees, I would crawl into his room. “Where Baba?” — my very first words. In a home tattered by divorce and bitterness, I endured the strife glued to my older brother Robert.

He was the one most likely to succeed. I was the one most likely to do foolish things, fall in love with the wrong men and leap headlong after college into New York City without a job or a place to stay. Determined to live life fully, I inevitably got snared in the urban scramble, until, addled by lack of sleep and drug-induced paranoia, I took refuge outside by our childhood home.

I lay for a long time near a fast-running creek, staring at the sky and the tops of trees with leaves just barely tinged by autumn’s nearness, prepared to disappear into deep oblivion. I was ready.

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