Pouring emotions

Meet my brother and his family. The only memory i have with my brother is when we’re in the airport, kissing goodbye. I am a four-year-old kid and i give him my bubblegum. ‘Stick with us forever’.

My brother faced the world alone. He didn’t go to school. He used drugs and for-insanity stuff. He involved with different accident. He became rebel. He made himself selfish, stupid, fool, stubborn. But i don’t want to blame him. He was an immature 17 when he goes to Canada. No plans, no hopes, just himself and his other relatives, who didn’t give him the love he deserves. And the surroundings, where he didn’t get a right justice. Girlfriends who fooled and drained his bank account. Friends who didn’t make him better. I wish i can pick up the pieces of scattered life he has by that time.

What i know is when he met Ate Joan, his wife. Everything changes. And maybe i owe her big time though i really don’t know if that’s the case. But then, there’s always a ‘but’. He married someone who has the superior power over him. And i feel bad for it. I always pray for him to have a life he deserves not a life controlled by anyone. But then, i was sure he was settled now with his family and my two loving and sweet nieces. I wish one day, he’ll look back and look for me. Realized that he still have a family a thousand miles away who loves him the most. I love you brother.