My life

My memoir

Brother

It was the day before my brother did his surgery, the day where our relationship widens, takes us apart.

When my parents told me about my brother's leg, a wave of shock blew right into my mind, wondering and scared about what might been happened to him. A relationship between me and him cannot be described.

It was a perfect day, it bright blue sky, the dazzling sun above my head, it was the day for my brother's surgery. The night before, i gave my blessings,wished him good luck, i walked away thinking was a "good luck" enough. He woke up in shock, nervous about the surgery tomorrow, i looked into his deep dark eyes, down the deep dark hole all I can see is fear and nervousness. I said " its only a bad dream, nothing to worry about, just relax and u be fine". He lied down resting his head onto the soft, comfy pillow, eyes staring at the ceiling "will it hurt" he asked. How do i know, i haven't done a surgery before.

I woke up sitting down on my bed, Leaned against the head of the bed, wondering will the surgery be successful, nah should wished him up. By the time i was ready for school, him and my parents have already headed for the hospital. Later then i was informed by a call from my parents, I spoke calm and firmly " ...How was the surgery? successful? did he cry? My mother then said " It was very successful, though your brother is still asleep, he was in so much pain that he kind of fainted, face white, unable to talk or move. I didn't ask a single thoughtful word about my brother.