he said to the beautiful baby girl, "get ready for the battle field of life." as he set her in the car seat, ready to take her home.
the older brother had his share of years of being the youngest, with two older brothers of his own. him being the cute one of the family.
eight years of being the cute one, now he was jealous of the girl, but would do anything to be proud of her.
he was those that with whatever he did, he would be proud of everything in his life once he was long gone.
years passed and he grew proud of his little sister.
she turned out different than any other girl in his family. she became a soccer player in her high school years, not a ballet dancer. she became a gifted student, not average. she grew up to write poetry, not to be a doctor. but she was also killed at a young age for living in this tragedy of a world, not being able to keep quiet.
now he feels his pain and mortality come together, he wants to be more like her but he is scared.
he blames himself for telling her to prepare for the battle field of life. she did and she left with that knowledge; who will prepare her for the battle field that comes next?