Forgotten Brother

“So my family recently sat me down and told me I should stop asking questions about my childhood.

Apparently, I’d been ‘obsessed’ with something that never happened. They said when I

was seven, I claimed I had an older brother. But according to them… I never did.

No photos. No records. Nothing. But last week, I was cleaning out

my grandparents’ house and found an old VHS tape. It was labelled with my name and

the year I turned six. I watched it. There were two kids in the video.

Me… and another boy standing right next to me. Same eyes. Same face.

Just older. In the background, I heard my mum’s voice say, ‘Make sure he doesn’t