I miss my brother. I had to leave him in an abusive home where my parents force him to do hard labor in the Southern US heat because my mom manipulated him into staying. We were best friends. We only had each other in our isolated world.
He probably thinks I abandoned him. I'd been sexually abused and suicidal then, so leaving him this way was my only other option.
I miss who he was before my parents' cult warped his mind.
He cut off contact with me.