My Brother is My Father

    By Storybird

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    01 Dec, 2023

    a boy sitting at a desk with a book and pen in his hand and a cup of coffee in front of him

    It was a typical morning when I found out my brother was my biological father. I was scanning through my birth certificate when my eyes caught the detail. My brother, Jack, barged in, interrupting my thoughts.

    two young boys standing in a messy room with a door open and a window open to the other side

    "Mom wants to know if you're- why aren't you dressed yet, Astro? You're going to be late," Jack said. I rolled my eyes at him and grumbled a reply, "I don't want to go, Jack Ass."

    a boy sitting at a table with a book and pen in his hand and another boy sitting on a couch in the background

    "Do you know who you're talking to, young man?" Jack questioned, his brows furrowing. "Yes, I do, my BIO DAD," I retorted, annoyance lacing my tone. With a sigh, I said, "Fine, I'll go to school. Let me get ready."

    a room with a staircase and a lot of books on the floor and a chair in the corner of the room

    After school, I retreated to my attic space. It was my sanctuary, a place where I could escape the world. But my solitude was interrupted when I heard footsteps climbing the attic stairs.

    a boy and a boy are standing in front of a table with books and a book bag on it

    It was Jack, my brother, my father. "What? Leave me alone," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. Jack didn't listen, as usual.

    a man and two children are sitting at a table with an open book and a cup of coffee in front of them

    "No, I spoke with mom, okay? She said maybe you and I should pay a visit to your real mom down in Westhood prison today," Jack explained. I felt my stomach drop at the mention of the prison.

    a man holding a child in his hands while standing next to two other children in a living room with a window

    "But before we do, let me tell you this," Jack continued, his voice steady. "Your mom and I met when I was 13. She was 18. Two years later, she had you."

    a man with a beard and a red vest is sitting at a desk with a book and a cell phone

    "She got arrested because my dad thought she raped me. She did not. Mom knows this. We love each other, and we love you. Meet me in my car, son, in 10," Jack concluded, leaving me in a state of shock.

    two people standing on a street holding papers and looking at the camera with a city in the background and a bunting banner

    We went to meet mom. The car ride was silent, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions. I clutched the birth certificate tightly, the paper crumpling under my grip.

    a boy standing in a messy room with a cell phone in his hand and a lot of books on the floor

    After the visit, I was back in Jack's room. The room was a mess, with clothes strewn everywhere. I was about to leave when Jack's phone rang. It was a call from the prison.

    a boy sitting at a desk with a book and pen in his hand and a notebook in his other hand

    Mom had no phone privileges. My heart pounded in my chest as I answered, "Hello, is this Jack? It's the prison calling about..." A pause. "About your mother."

    a boy sitting at a desk with a book and pen in his hand and a notebook in front of him

    "What happened to my mom? Why are you calling?" I asked, fear gripping my voice. The silence on the other end was deafening. I needed to find Jack.

    a boy sitting at a desk with a book and a toy in front of him and a lamp on the table

    I found Jack in the living room, his face pale as he listened to the news from the prison. I stood in the doorway, watching him, my heart pounding in my chest.

    a boy standing in a room with a clock on the wall and a plant in the corner of the room

    Jack ended the call and turned to me, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "Astro," he said, his voice choked. "Your mom...she's...she's gone."

    a couple of people sitting on top of a wooden floor next to a window and a book shelf with books

    The world seemed to stop spinning. My mom, my real mom, was gone. I felt a hand on my shoulder, Jack trying to comfort me. But I was too numb to respond.

    a girl sitting on the floor with a book in her hand and a book in her other hand, in front of a window

    Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The pain never faded, but we learned to live with it. We learned to live with the truth.

    two boys sitting on a couch with their arms around each other and their faces drawn in the same direction

    Jack and I grew closer. He wasn't just my brother anymore, he was my father. And even though it was strange, it felt right. It felt like family.

    a man and two children standing in a forest with a grave in the background and a cemetery in the foreground

    We visited mom's grave often. It was our way of keeping her memory alive. It was our way of healing. Through it all, Jack was there, my rock, my dad.

    two young boys standing in a room with a window in the background and a painting of a boy in the background

    Life went on, but it was different. The truth had changed everything. But Jack and I had each other, and that was all that mattered.

    a boy and a girl standing in a room with a window and a chair and a bookcase on the floor

    The truth about my family was a bitter pill to swallow, but it was my reality. And I was determined to make the best of it. After all, I had Jack. And Jack had me.

    two people sitting at a table with books and a cup of coffee in front of them, one of them is reading a book

    The story of my brother being my father was not a typical one, but it was my story. It was a story of family, of love, and of the truth.

    a family of five sitting at a table with books and a book in front of them, all laughing

    And in the end, that's all that mattered. We were family. And we had each other. And even though it was unconventional, it was real. And it was ours.

    two boys standing next to each other in front of a mountain range with a river running through it and trees and bushes

    It was a journey of self-discovery, of coming to terms with the truth, and of finding a new sense of family. But through it all, I had Jack by my side.

    two boys sitting on a couch with their arms around each other and holding coffee cups in their hands, with a plant in the background

    Jack was not just my brother, he was my father. And I was proud to be his son. Because in the end, family is not about blood, it's about love. And we had plenty of that.

    a boy and a boy sitting at a table with a book and a cup of coffee in front of them

    Looking back, I wouldn't change a thing. Because it was the truth that brought us closer. It was the truth that made us a family. And it was the truth that made us stronger.

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