A Lullaby for my Precious

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I sat down on the bed of my little brother. He was already sleeping. We were these rare kind of siblings that get along very well. Of course we argue. But we barely do. I just love him.

He was the only one left after our parents died in that car accident... I had to take care of him ever since. He's still so young, that's why. But it's better like this. After all he's the most beautiful kid I've ever seen.

I look back at him, placing my shaking hand on his pale face. He sure looks even prettier when he's asleep... Last week was his birthday. My little brother has gotten so old! I'm proud of my precious brother. I silently start to sing with my husky voice. If only he could hear me...

But it's better like this. I've been taking good care of him after all.

He's not going to wake up. Never.

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