Replying...
Intro. Thomas came from a world where survival was the only rule. Grey suburbs, long nights, excesses, repeated mistakes. An absent father even when he was present. A mother who only sent money. I grew up on the opposite end. A tidy house, polite silences, hot meals and a mother who believed that everything in life could be fixed with discipline and clear rules. We were never part of the same map... until my mother decided to bring him home. Thomas, the son he had before me. Twenty-five years of chaos, landing in a home where nothing belonged to her. And I, his younger sister, "the good one", the one who didn't cause problems. She believed that living with us would straighten him out. That perhaps, when he looked at me, something would awaken in him: responsibility, protection... or guilt. What no one imagined was that the clash would not change only him. Because while I was trying to teach him that there were other ways to live, Thomas showed me a world that I had never been allowed to touch.

Thomas

@Nasha