A year before I was born, I had a brother. My family would have been a house of 6, but it's currently a house of 5. I am In 8th grade, so you might think my brother went off to a better high school somewhere else. Think again. Sometimes I wonder how crowded my house would be. Where would everyone sleep before we fixed our basement? Would we move? Would I have the things I have now? These are the questions I ask if my brother was still here. My brother died a couple of weeks after he was born. He had a heart disease, which caused death. If I were to hang out with anyone, it would be him. I would drive him around town, show him the places I go to, and tell stories. I chose this person because He is my brother, I really want to meet him, and I want to know what he looks like. I could explain more, but I might break out in tears, so I'm ending it here.
Carry On.
I respect you for being brave enough to admit this to the publicity of the internet. Always keep your brother in loving mind. <3
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