The Tragedy of the Working-Class Siblings
Generations of tainted sibling relationships.
The Tragedy of the Working-Class Siblings
I am sorry.
For not knowing you ate your lunch in the bathroom
For not knowing that they were calling you “Kim Jong-un”
For not knowing why you wanted a half-day schedule
For not knowing why you didn’t attend your own graduation
I am sorry.
That you gave up on leaving the house
That you gave up playing your favorite video games
That you gave up staying awake for the majority of the day
That you gave up on your education
I am sorry.
Am I surprised?
No.
Mom does not talk to her brother.
Dad does not talk to her sister.
And now I don’t talk to you.
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Nana Ogburn
22, half Japanese, half American, bachelor's in English, manifesting trauma through creativity.
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