I didn’t think my mother would drown him, too. But that’s exactly what happened. My little brother was always the apple of my mother’s eye. She loved him fiercely, but sometimes that love turned into something dark and terrifying. I was away at college when I got the call that something had happened back home. When I arrived, my brother was already gone. My mother was in a daze, muttering about how she couldn’t let him suffer anymore. I’ll never forget the look of horror on her face when she realized what she had done. I wish I had listened to my gut and kept my brother away from her. Maybe then he would still be alive.
