3 weeks ago, i lost someone important to me. Too important, in fact. He's family, and yeah family's important. He's by far the sweetest boy i've ever known. Its kind of shocking, actually. The day before he passed away, he stayed with me at home since i didn't attend school bcs of flu. Everything seems normal by then, i cooked for him, we ate together, watch tv together, i even managed to teach him draw a house (its kind of our thing, he loves to draw) and then the next day when i got home from school my brother told me that he's in icu, he's currently critical and couldn't be stabilized. He's got an infection in his blood vessels and unfortunately couldn't make it. God knows how i felt that time.
But what mattered now was that he's in a better place. He could get everythings he wanted in any second and even got to draw as much as he wants. It sucks that i can't see him though. Our family still had a hard time coping with his death, (Mama especially) but we're trying, at least. Oh and exam's finally over, so there's that too.
Idk why i'm writing this really.
I miss my little brother.
I want him back.