After my breakdown in the taxi after leaving Kenny’s place I felt like s**t. My brother had been living in that dump for god knows how long and I was living in luxury. I know I had moaned my apartment wasn’t all that, but it was a hundred times better than my brothers.
When we got back to mine, I headed for a shower as Darcy placed the bag we brought with us by the door. I could tell she was thinking the same thing I was. How Kenny survived is a miracle and that being on his own.
While I stood in the shower, I let the tears roll down my face, I wasn’t sobbing anymore but god my heart broke seeing what I had.
My little brother had been to hell and back and where was I. Working and travelling the world. I really am a s**t big brother. I can only imagine what my parents are thinking right
