Looking after my brother is hard. No one seems to understand that, really. They think that he is an easy child. If he was, my parents wouldn't have left me with him.
Nevertheless, I love him dearly.
In a while he can look after himself.
I had to look after myself when I was 15.
Two years later and I'm still here.
My parents said they where sorry for the crime they committed. But is it really a crime?
Everyone says it like killing yourself is a crime.
It isn't. It can't be and we should stop considering it is.
My brother is now the age I was when they left.
And I'll be leaving soon.
But I can't find the right words to tell him.
Hello everyone!
This story will be shorter and heartbreaking. Why it is going to be short? Because I don't have to many inspiration to make it longer. It will be sad, so be warned.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Right Words
Historia Corta"I'm never able to find the right words to tell you how I feel." "Then say it with the wrong words."
