BROTHERS, BOYS, AND WHAT CAN I DO By Shannon Cothran • Cleaver Magazine
That afternoon at home, I am straddling my little brother, his arms pinned under the strength of my thighs, and I am spitting in his face while he screams. I let the spit drip slowly from my mouth onto his face, a long string of it, so he can see it coming. My mom sees it coming too and pulls me off him, sending me to my room. I get talked at for an hour by her and then another hour by my dad. You're almost five years older than he is, they say. Someday, he's going to be bigger than you, they say. What will you do then?
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