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My brother and I were barely in touch until he robbed a bank

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This is a First Person column by Donna Papacosta, who lives in Toronto. For more information about CBC’s First Person stories, please see the FAQ.

My younger brother and I were raised in a third-floor walkup in Queens, New York. With a two-year age gap, John and I were close as kids and even shared a bedroom with bunk beds for a while. 

Later, we grew apart as adults when he moved to Miami and I started a new life in Canada. He and his wife had a son and a daughter. I married and gave birth to two girls.

My relationship with

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