Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-3232016.
People thought we were the perfect family—Mom, Dad, Chase and me. But as childhoods go, ours wasn’t Disneyland.
It became apparent my brother had problems. Testing proved he was borderline autistic. Mother felt ashamed. Father loathed him. Chase was sent to a facility in the city. One day in his teens, he walked away and disappeared.
I moved to the city after graduation. For two years, I searched the streets for Chase. One morning I passed a young man sitting on the sidewalk. I couldn’t see his face but something drew me closer.
He looked up; goose bumps ran down my spine. I kneeled down and stared into his eyes. “It’s me, your sister.”
Chase smiled. “Chelsea, Chelsea.”
With teary eyes I held out my hand. “Would you like to come with me?” He nodded yes and I vowed he would never sleep on the street again.