I have never met my brother. I have never met the man who tore our family apart. I have never met the man who has spent the last 15 years of his life in the hands of the voices in his head, unable to stop whatever came trickling out of them. I have never met him, yet he is the most important person in my life. He is the most important person that I will ever meet, and he will inform my life in ways I can’t even imagine yet. I won’t meet him for another three hours. When I do, everything will change.
I still haven’t met him yet. I am sitting in the kitchen of my house, watching the world of bond cleaning Perth go by around me. Buzzing like flies or bees, they swarm to the rooms, clean, and swarm away. Like dust pollen that is scraped from the walls and floor of my house flower. It’s beautiful.
I still haven’t met him yet. It will be two more hours before he comes into the door. The vacate cleaning Perth crew are getting ready to leave when one of them notices a mark on the kitchen floor. Something that wasn’t there before. They can’t get it off, as much as they try.
The brother will be here in less than 15 minutes, but I don’t know that yet. I still haven’t met him. He will soon know me better than any other human being. The cleaning is all done. I am roaming my empty house; the walls white as they first were. The floor is a brilliant shade of colours that I can’t remember at the time. I hear a knock at the odor. I assume it’s one of the bond cleaning Perth crew, here to pick up something they forgot. It’s no one. There is no one there. 12 minutes now.