I stole your mommy and daddy,
All their love and affection,
Your place in the family,
And all that should have been yours.
I stole your tiny little crib,
And all the onesies bought for you,
All the cute cuddly toys,
I stole everything from you.
The money saved for your education,
It’s for my college now.
Your home, your family, your life,
It’s all mine now.
Dear brother, I never got to meet,
I don’t apologise for stealing,
But I’d rather share everything,
And steal your heart instead.
For NaPoWriMo Day 13, a non-apology for some things you’ve stolen. Before you send me your condolences, this is purely fictional.