We were all just sitting around the table and my brother comes forward
He gets real, real about his struggle
I mean
you could see it on his face too
this whole time
the wild in his eyes
and how his mouth was trembling
But we were averting our eyes
to discuss oatmeal
We didn’t think
he would actually say something
at breakfast
So
it throws us off guard
We don’t know what to say
No one taught us how to respond
We all sit in silence
Pins drop
We can hear them
Rainfall of pins
Plink
plink
plink
We look down to see them collecting on the floor