I used to have a brother. He was an amazing kid. He was tall and was one of the most influential people in my life. For his sake, I'll refer to him as Sam. Sam always had a smile on his face. Everything he did, he did it with pride. His footsteps were not hard to follow. All was well, till one day. His mother came to get him. When he was getting ready to leave, I was trying to say bye...but I never did. I was there. I felt like a ghost. It was him that gave me hope. It was him who thought he could ride a motorcycle, but he fell. There were no injuries, except to his ear. It was minor. I'd say he was lucky. Sam left for good. I saw him leave, knowing he was never going to see me again.
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WHEN THE MOON TOUCHED THE RIVER
Non-FictionEveryone has lived somewhere for a year, two years, or even their whole life. Everyone has a story to tell. This one's mine. From being a kid in the orphanage of India, to a kid who moved to the other side of the world, life raises questions for hi...
