My brother is my “let’s not meet moment.

My brother was born when I was 13 years old and was born premature. He was in the<br>NICU for 5 months. When he finally came home I was so happy. I finally had my brother and could stop seeing him through a glass box.<br><br><br><br>I was in charge of taking care of him for a time while my mom would breast feed him. So when she would go feed him I could be alone with him for about 2 hours each time. It was so nice.<br><br><br><br>One day I woke up and saw a man next to my bed. He was making faces at me and<br>saying some weird things. It was 4am and he was drunk. It looked like he was in his late 50s. He said that he was my older brother. He looked like a homeless man so I asked him how he got in the house. He said he had a key. He was going through my drawers and stealing stuff. I told him to give the key back and he said no. I really didn’t like this situation. I wanted to yell for help but he told me not to. My family was sleeping down the hall and I could hear my brother crying. I<br>wanted to get my mom so she could feed my brother but this guy was in the way. I<br>explained that I had to help my mom and he didn’t care. In that moment I got really mad and I pushed him to the ground. He looked shocked but I didn’t care. I<br>walked down the hall to my parents room and woke them up. My mom went to check on my brother and my dad went to see the guy I pushed. I felt so nervous waiting<br>to see what was going to happen. My dad came back and told me he was gone and to<br>go back to bed. I was confused but it was 5am so I went back to bed.<br><br><br><br>I forgot about that for a long time but I think this might be my “let’s not meet<br>moment” because I don’t think he was actually my brother.