My sister told me a secret.
A secret that I'll never stop thinking of.
I almost had a big brother,
But my mother had a miscarriage
And she never spoke about it.
This made me feel...
Lost
He would've been either 16-22 years old
I don't know when it occurred,
But the age of 18 sounds promising
Him, a senior and I, a freshman
Protecting each other from people who we call danger
If only he existed
Then my heart wouldn't have been shredded apart in so many ways
How would he react if he knew of my love life?
The way of how I dress?
The kind of music that I enjoy?
The friends I hang out with?
The actual person that I... am?
My... mental health?
I guess he would tell mom before I would even think of what's wrong with me.
But the question is... What would he be like?
Maybe someone to motivate me to study hard,
An encouraging daredevil,
Someone who... chooses friends over family,
Or a... best friend?
I imagine him alive...
We would be our partners in crime
But... we're not because...
You know...
He passed away
Before even born...
What would his name be?
That doesn't matter.
I'll call him my big brother.
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