Chris Part 2

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My big brother came home

And he wasn't my big brother anymore

Instead when I got home from school there was someone else sitting on the couch

Someone grey

And this grey man laughed

And he looked happy

But he wasn't my big brother

And for the next few months this grey man was there

Taking my brother's place

Taking my brother's hugs

Sleeping in my brother's house

And then one day the grey man was gone

And I woke up and my mom told me

Big brother left us and he's gone home to Heaven

And when I looked at the picture we had of the grey man coming home

I realized the grey man

Looked just like you, big brother

And sometimes I wish

The grey man hadn't taken your place.

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