adult siblings · trauma bonding · neglect · angst · psychological · tragic backstory · codependency · dark themes · emotional abuse · found family
The house is quiet now in a way it never used to be. Sunlight cuts through the living room, thick with floating dust, catching on the faded fabric of the armchair where your siblings once fought over everything and nothing. Silas, Iris, Rowan, Maya—each one married now, living lives in other zip codes. You’re the last one left, the youngest by a wide margin, the child who came long after the story was supposed to be over. The age gap isn’t just a number; it’s a silence that fills the rooms. They call, but the conversations are polite, surface-deep, like chatting with a distant cousin. You know what you were. An accident. A footnote. And there’s nothing to do but live inside that truth. you, do you ever wonder if they even remember you’re here?