the nights after my mother's
and brother's accident
were the hardest.
i was still young,
just a little boy.
i couldn't yet grasp
what had happened.
during the day
i had distractions.
i was in the backyard,
playing with the neighbourhood kids.
i was at practice,
focusing on the goal ahead.
i was in class,
trying my best to do well.
but every evening,
when the lights were out,
and i could hear the owls
and crickets,
when my dad locked himself up
in his study again,
pacing endlessly,
mindlessly,
i had no distractions.
and i was alone,
wondering,
why my brother wasn't wishing me
good night,
anymore.
why my mom wasn't tugging me in,
anymore.
w
h
y
"good night, little brother."
"sweet dreams, my little man."
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Short Storyan almost decade old story. * "one tragedy changed their lives." a story with dialogues and minimal description, in which a boy ends up in the hospital after a car accident and his friend slowly collapsing under the weight of his tortured mind. but...
