Whenever I see the color RED, I think of blood. Blood in the sense that it is what ended my brother’s life. The lack of a component of it. I miss my brother. At the same time, I know he’s not meant to live a long life. He’s just too kind, for the lack of a better word. There are just those people who are sent to this world to teach us a lesson. My brother, I believe, held that purpose in life. Now, he’s taken after a short time because he’s already done his part.

The same way that I feel I might not last long in this world. I am hoping to see my siblings settled and my dad well provided for before I go. I am praying that it will happen that way.

RED. Blood. Sacrifice.

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