well, i only have 1 sibling/blood brother. he’s going to be 13 years old soon this month. he’s strong, he’s awesome, he’s pretty cute, he’s clever (more than me), he’s got his super pretty lashes (prettier than mine), he’s cool, he’s talkative, he’s got big dreams and bright future on his way, he’s my light of hope, he’s brave, he’s my reason to keep going, he’s my savior, he’s the top reason why i’m still standing here.
i might never really say or do anything that makes him feel loved, but i know that he knows that i love him very dearly.
sure, we fight a lot, we argue a lot, we jokes a lot, we cry together, we have our own problems, we put up together but the most important thing is that we stick strong together. both of us, had been through A LOT. i was fighting so hard for us, for him, so that he wouldn’t go through the same shit that i was. but i failed, and he miserably went through the same thing as i did. those crappy situations taught us that life isn’t as easy as it seems. the most amazing thing about him is that, he hold on and he fight back and he’s braver than i ever was.
and if one day he’s reading this, i want him to know that he’s my forever love. no one will ever going to replace his position (alongside my dad’s) because after all, family comes first.
i will never not send my greatest prayers for you, brother. ❤
