Our Next Story comes to us from a fan all the way up in Brookfield, Nova Scotia, Canada! Thank you for your support.
“When I was about 8 or 9 (I’m 34 now) my mom took us blueberry picking with the promise of taking my siblings and I to the exhibition after we got home and had supper. When we arrived home I was the last out of the car (dilly-dallying as usual).
I walked from the car to my dad’s woodworking shop, I walked in and my brother was standing at the workbench looking at something he was fiddling with on the table, so I said to him, “whatcha building?” But he never responded, he didn’t even look up at me or acknowledge me in any way so I left and walked straight into the house and into our living room… where I found my brother and two sisters sitting on the couch watching t.v … I looked at my brother and said, “How did you get here before me?”
He looked at me like I was crazy and said, “What are you talking about? I’ve been in here since we got home.” I said, “You were just in the shop and wouldn’t respond to me.” and he thought I was crazy and I can’t really remember any more of the conversation after that but it is something that I have never forgotten and when I bring it up my brother seems very bothered by it.” -Kaley