My (14yrs older) brother stared a business on the back of our rural property and later build a home on acreage next door. The biz was a mixed bag for my mom and

My (14yrs older) brother stared a business on the back of our rural property and later build a home on acreage next door. The biz was a mixed bag for my mom and us. I had steady work from 9-19 (along w/ all of my friends) but all the peace and quiet went away. That slowly became a schism between our already chaotic households (his wife, my mom) It culminated with him buying my 100yo birth home, suddenly evicting us and then razing the house to make sure we never returned. I was 19 and homeless. Also, my mom had terminal cancer. Nevertheless, my best Christmas memory is just me and my brother and a walk in the woods. There isn't much to it other than an exceptional moment where having a brother felt like a good thing. When I was 16, we (Wash DC region) had a rare white Christmas. My brother called the house early and invited me to walk. No families, just us, the snow and the woods (the land was my childhood and is all gone now). Mostly he called me because he had coke and wanted company. (His wife didn't know; he did quit after.) For that hour or so, we were happy and unburdened by everything we'd ever done to each other. The morning felt like a gift. Probably our last one.