Ani. My little brother. There used to be a time when he would run toward me every time he was caught in the midst of - so to say - trouble and hold me against it all like a shield.
There used to be a time when we used to run all the way to school after missing the school bus, with me carrying both our schoolbags. There used to be a time when he used to look up to me like I was his role model, telling me all that happened and was happening in his life, confessing and confiding in me. Sharing with me. And sometimes, fighting with me. But almost always, caring. Yet, don't know when, where, how, and most importantly, why, I lost him.
It's almost two years since. Ever since I miss my once very dear friend, my little brother. Almost every single day.
