My own brother forged the ledger and emptied the shop I built with my blood

I left my provisions shop for my junior brother Emeka. I was in Enugu nursing our sick mother. Two months I was away. When I came back, shelves were empty. The ledger was forged. He sold everything and told people I was the one owing suppliers.

I did not cry. I just sat down on the empty shelf and looked at the wall. Our mother called me on phone that same week. She said "Ngozi, forgive him, he is still your blood." I told her I will forgive him but I will never forget. That is not the same thing.

I started again with ₦12,000 and one carton of tomatoes at Mile 12. Today I have three stalls. Emeka still calls me sometimes when he needs help. I send small money. But I never let him near my business again. Family is family. Business is business. Who born you?