My Brother Pete: The Brother I didn’t Know I Had

Did you know I had a brother? Me neither. I was fifty-eight when I found out about him, just before my mother died a few years ago. He is five years older than me, and today is his birthday. I woke up this morning and wept with gladness that I have a brother.

“My brother Pete.” I say the words “my brother” now, and realize that never in fifty-eight years have I uttered them…