The Brother Never Met

A Brother Never Met I wish I could tell you a story of brotherhood now that my siblings are dead, I was the youngest one but knew I had a half- brother in Arizona a product of my father who was quite active on this field, the woman- his mother- conceived when my mother was pregnant with me; I didn`t know this before I was in my forties. I contacted his half- brother in Norway to get his address since he had been adopted and had another surname, but he wouldn`t give me the address he had forgotten it I knew this was not true but left if at that. To my surprise, my nephew told me the half -brother had been on holiday at a village where I go shopping and buy medicine. I wish I could say I bumped into him and a new brotherhood blossomed. Alas, it is more likely he does not want to know about the past and our parents’ transgression.