Familial love is Stockholm Syndrome and that's okay

We need people to survive, so we love people to survive

My mother invited me to Thanksgiving this year. She said my brother, who I haven’t seen in over a year, would be there. She said she would love to have me. She said my brother would love to see me. My brother doesn’t speak to me. He calls me on my birthday because that’s one of the sibling boxes he’s been trained to check off since childhood, but we hav…