Morally Gray

If anyone knew the things my brother did, they’d assume I forgive him because I’m too soft, or because he’s my twin, or because I realize he’s wired differently than the rest of us, born without a conscience through no fault of his own.

His official diagnosis is psychopathy.

His moral compass is non-existent.

He… does things, to me and for me, and he isn’t sorry about it. He wouldn’t even understand why he should be.

But I don’t forgive him because I’m soft, or because we’re twins, or because I understand that he doesn’t consider it wrong.

The reason I don’t forgive him is because there’s nothing to forgive.
Because everything Gray does?

I like it.

I need it.

I’m grateful.

So maybe I’m wired a little bit differently, too.

Or maybe, like Gray always says, I’m simply his.