The times my brother and I were the closest were when something wasn't right at home. Our folks never fought out loud- they hid their disagreements as much as possible. We knew when things weren't "normal" however and I remember the two of us holding hands in the hallway watching mom and dad pace the living room, upset and trying to work things out. As children, all we wanted was to be safe and happy. Conflict was frightening, no matter how silent it was.