Broken Ties, Broken Home
On Christmas, my younger brother, Tyler Posner, and I were playing “Never Have I Ever” with our relatives.
After the third round, everything got intense.
An uncle said he had been out in the city at 4 a.m., a cousin said he could play three instruments, and I said I had been to three different countries for work.
Then, it was Tyler’s turn.
He looked up with his eyes shining. “I have a house that only I own.”
He paused before adding, “Mom bought it for me. She said it’s so my in-laws don’t look down on me after I marry someone.”
Everyone was quiet around the dining table.
I looked over at Mom. She was straightening her apron and avoiding my gaze.