Forgotten
I had a big brother. He was the best brother I could've had. He cared for me so much and loved me dearly. Ever since our parents died from traffic accident, he had been working very hard while juggling about his studies. I wished I could do something to help him, to ease his burden, but he said that I didn't need to do anything, that I just need to focus on my studies and live the best life I could. One day, after coming home from fishing at the lake near our house, my brother looked upset and enraged. He kept quiet when I asked him what happened. He started skipping school, but he went who-knows-where outside every single day, and came home almost midnight every time. He wouldn't say anything, but I knew he was crying behind his pillow every night. It sort of became a habbit, and it got even worse. He lost appetite and became skinnier. My dear brother... I could do nothing to make him better. A year, then two, then three... And in the next year, he was completely gone. He ...