Weight of Words Untold
Liquor Belle
After much deliberation, I finally dialed my brother, Fred Byrd's, number.
Truth be told, I had a home, five years ago—a loving set of parents and a gentle elder brother.
I hadn't contacted Fred in a long time, and the phone rang for ages before someone picked up.
His voice was laced with irritation. "What do you want?"
I paused, feeling an unexpected wave of vulnerability.
"Fred, I want to come home."
After what felt like an eternity, Fred replied, "We can talk about it when you get back."