Nicky2012

Narrator:
[voice over] He's a sweetheart, huh? That's my youngest brother, or rather was my youngest brother, the day of my first wedding. Yeah, my first wedding, I know. Two and holding, thank you. That goes for the divorces as well, two and holding. That's Nicky waiting for my mom outside of the ladies room. I went on my honeymoon the next day and then moved away all at the same time. I never saw him again. See within six months no one would ever see him again - he vanished. Literally, not a single trace, not even the courtesy of a phone call or ransom note or anything. There was a shoe, not his, near the supposed scene of the abduction. I held onto that shoe for a long time, kept it in my car. I don't know why. His room is still as it was back then, mom insists on it. It's locked mostly, bed still unmade, toys and furniture as they were. They get dusted, that's about it. Mom is still waiting. She's sure he'll come back, having made his way in the world with outrageous tales to tell about how he's been in the merchant marine or some-such. But he won't and not even I can convince her of that. He won't, they just never come home. They don't. They unfortunately live forever at the age they disappeared at, all funny and sweet and loving and not knowing the horrors of the world. Let alone the horrors that befall them for just being at the wrong place at the wrong time. I often, too often, think of him at that moment of taking, that moment of realization. "I'm in trouble. Is this really happening? Where is my brother?"