I don’t know when i grew so apart from my family. I am 24 years old and hardly talk to any one in my family living in the same house.
The most i regret not talking to is my younger brother. I don’t know how did I let this happen. I love him so much but now we live
like strangers in the same room not saying a single word to each other in days. I get very upset whenever i think about the distance
that has been created between us. I know it is my mistake. I let this happen.
My parents were always fighting and they still do. But I think the fighting made me distant from my family. Because of the fights
no one talked to each other and it slowly became normal not to talk to each other. My father never made us sit together and talk to us.
I think the I we will never be a happy family and never be able to compensate for the time that i have missed with my family ,
specially with my brother. He is old 16 now and he also doesn’t talk much to anyone in our home.
I wish i had done things differently and had a strong relationship with my brother,but I don’t. This will haunt me for the rest of my life.