TELL THEM
I have a brother.
No, I'm not talking about my siblings here at camp.
I mean a human brother.
Genevieve has another son.
And no, she's not all that old. She was seventeen when she had me, which makes her about thirty-three now.
My brother is three.
He's closer to my daughter's age than he is to mine.
How do I know?
Abraham (The nicest of my cousins, and the only one who knows that I'm alive) sent me a letter yesterday.
Genevieve got married to someone named Aaron almost five years ago.
Right after I left.
They have a child.
She's happier than she's ever been.
My brother's name?
Joseph William Falk.
And he looks just like me.
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RandomThis would be part two of you guys asking me questions. I'd recommend you read the first one first, though.