I looked at the picture of the blonde little girl and the two dark haired boys.
Ah the memories.
I never did really enjoy my childhood, but I can't say it was the worst thing in my life....but then again I guess in someways it was. I put the picture down as I heard someone walk up behind me.
"He has lots of pictures huh?"
I knew that voice before I turned around. Justin. He was my oldest brother, and Jake used to also be my oldest brother....until he died.
"Yeah he does...did."
That's why we were all here. Everyone in the family, even the people who hated us. The only family member who wasn't here was my my sweet,little, old Mama. She's been in a coma for almost three years now, we're about to give up. It's going to be hard to tell her that while she was asleep, her little boy died. Not that Jake was much of a little boy,I mean he was Twenty-Six, but to every parent we are babies no matter how old we are.
I closed my eyes and relax. I thought back to when we were all together. I would say happily together, but it was never happy being with each other, it was miserable, and unforgetful.
