When My Siblings Call

Photo Credit: Tim Coffey Photography

Every morning, even before my three children clamor for their breakfast, my phone pings with the words “Danny” and “FaceTime.” It’s my 29-year-old brother. Over the last 12 years, we have been working to repair what our mother broke: our ability to be traditional siblings.

I was 25 when our mother, 42, died in her sleep in a halfway house, a final attempt to recover from her own broken heart and addiction to crack cocaine.

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Nikkya Hargrove

Nikkya Hargrove

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I am an eternal optimist. I love helping people, writing and coffee— in that order!