Just before my brother ran away from home, he made sure I never forgot him. He kissed me. Not a peck on the mouth but the kind of kisses you gave your boyfriend. The kind that made you feel hot all over. I was sixteen and he was nineteen. I thought he was drunk but when he never came back, I knew better. I never forgave him for that kiss. Not even when he returned...I was finishing up my routine morning run, breathing har...

“Don’t go into your brother’s closet!” This same sentence, I first heard from my mother when I was sixteen years old. I was visiting my brother for the first time, he had moved out when I was twelve. She would always repeat the same words every year. I never knew what they meant, until four years later. At the age of twenty-one, I found out my brother’s deep, dark, secret… “Emily!” I felt a sharp push on my left and I flu...