My little brother
To begin i am 16 years old. My life has always been a constant struggle with my family. The only one who understood it was my brother. Me and my brother were nothing short of best friends. We did everything together. We had the same friends and everything. I remember one night after my parents had just had a large fight, they made us make a choice. It was either go with my mom, or stay with my dad. I chose to go with my mom, but my brother did not. That was the last time i saw my brother. I talked to him almost every day though. But eventually we grew distant from eachother. I would try to call him and he wouldnt answer he would try to call me and i didnt answer. I miss my brother. I tried to arrange it to where i could visit him, but my parents didnt want us to see the other, My mom didnt want me to go to my dads and he didnt want my brother coming to my moms. I was crushed. Eventually we didnt talk anymore. It has been 2 years since i talked to my brother. I miss my brother. 3 days ago i received a letter from my dad. It was issued to me so i hid it from my mom. I opened it at night when she went to sleep to see that it was written by my brother. He had missed seeing me as well, the only difference was that he couldn't cope with it. He left our world to be with god. His hand laid him to rest in the arms of god. I miss my brother. In the note was a necklace i had given him when we were younger. I had one as well so that no matter what i would know that he would be with me and i would be with him. I didnt get to see my brother for 2 years, and now i never will again. Life seems to be working against me for some reason. I just wanted to see my brother. I miss my brother.