"𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝗺𝗽 𝗽𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂."
Chaos may be the only way to describe Clailea Del Rosario's 9 years of life.
In a nasty divorce, somehow Clailea's druggie mother w...
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Fluid filled brain tumors are almost never cancer.
Almost.
With the realization that my brother, my older brother, has the same brain tumor as my papa, who has died, is absolutely heart shattering.
Almost.
Almost never is something you don't think anything about, don't worry about it, nothing to ponder upon. You just have to wait for the surgery to drain the fluid.
Almost.
Almost never is a complete and utter lie.
I watched as my father, my papa, withered away on a bed, slowly losing parts of his mind until he was proclaimed brain dead. Dead.
My father is dead.
And my brother might die too.
We're all going to die. I know that only people in story books live forever.
My whole life, I knew I was not going to outlive Zara. I knew that I would attend his funeral, I knew that I would probably help plan it.
I never knew it would be this soon.
Usok can not outlive Zara.
Zara should grow old, be teased for being an old grumpy man, have kids, see the world he talks about so much.
Zara can't die.
He can't, but he might.
The revelation of this is heart wrenchingly painful, to think and to voice. To watch it happen is a whole different story.
Zara, although it is weird to think about, has taken on the mother role to all of us.
We had a father, a good one at that, but none of us really had a mother.
Zara knows how to comfort, a trait no one really knows where he had obtained it from. Our father was always awkward whenever one of us cried, not knowing how to help, a simple awkward pat on the back.
Zara is who we ran to whilst upset, knowing he will get protective and give the culprit responsible for our tears a greater punishment not even papa could give.
Adonis had his phone taken a lot.
My older brother, Zara, reminds me of an animal who has found abandoned puppies. And though he may be a tiger, or a cheetah, he's taken us in and fed us like a mother.
Zara is more of a mother to me than the excuse of a stranger who birthed me ever will.
I knew.
I knew from the get go, I was the first one to know.
I knew when I saw the way his pupils were different sizes, the dizziness, the headaches.
