Everyday my brother
knocks on my door and says “Morning beautiful” to wake me up. My secret? He’s
dead for 4 years.
4 years ago,
my brother and I were living together, caring for one another, since the death
of our parents. As my brother was the older one, he was the one normally caring
for our daily well-being, the food, water and all those stuff, while I, would
go to school in the morning and, in the afternoon, help to do some chores while
my brother goes out and runs errands, just to be able to get a few coins, which
would cover our spendings on food. However, if he doesn’t get any errands, it
means that we would have to go to sleep with an empty tummy. He really loved
me, from his actions I could sense it. Life was tough, but together, we pushed
through the hard times, not giving up.
However, a few
days later, my brother got a tip for doing his errands well, a few days later,
and got so excited that he went to buy some fried chicken and ran straight
home, thinking that it was the only time they could have a legit meal like
that.
Bang!
As soon as he
knew it, he was lying down a few metres away from the place he was standing,
with the chicken spilling out from the styrofoam box. Looking down at his
injuries, he knew he couldn’t make it, and spent the last ounce of life in him,
picking the pieces of chicken up and placing them back into the box. “I hope
you’ll enjoy these…” He placed his head gently on the floor, and closed his
eyes.
Don’t feel too
sad for me. I promise to visit you every morning.
The news of
his death hit me hard like a hammer. I couldn’t even bear to think about this
incident, as it was when, the only pillar which I could lean on, tumbled and
fell. I felt hopeless. But life goes on, doesn’t it?
The next
morning, I heard a knocking sound on my door as I heard the familiar voice of
my dead brother. Instantly, I rushed to the door and opened it, only to see a
vague outline of him, standing at my doorstep, smiling at me. Feeling the
presence of my pillar, I stepped up and embraced him, only to feel warm air
against my face, but nothing was in my reach. I looked up again, and saw him
pass me a note and vanished. Still wondering if I was dreaming, I opened the
note, and it read…
Don’t worry, I’m
there for you. Every day. Every morning I will visit you, just like what I promised
myself the other day. I need to look at you. To make sure you’re ok.
Holding the
note close to my face, I smiled with tears in my eyes.
I hope you’ll
keep your promise.
Point of View of a girl^^
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