My Secret Sibling

It’s a little odd that I haven’t realized until recently that when I look back over my childhood, there’s a line drawn between two sets of memories: the happy times when it was just me and my mother together and she loved me more than anything in the world, and the rest of the time when I had a sibling rivalry with alcohol, which she loved above all else.

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