Always Look At The Stars

Prologue

I was about 12, my eldest brother, whom was 19 at the time took me to the rooftop that was only accessible by the window of his bathroom. It was late, way past my curfew, but I fallowed anyway. First because I didn't care at that exact moment about wether i should be in bed or not. Second because I loved him, he was my best friend, my hero, my brother and I would have followed him everywhere. Third, because he was leaving the day after for university. I was used to that, all three of my brohers left the house around 12 for bording school in England, I did the same. It was hard but it made the holidays so special. Anyway, he was leaving again so he was taking me to « his secret place », that rooftop. Nothing fancy but nobody could see us there. Then he light up a cigarette and offered me a took, it was my first one and it was awful. He laughed, then we talked as usual, asking me about school and boys, me about college and girls. We shared everything, at least I did. At one time, tears started to appear in the corner of my eyes, I didn't want him to go. He took me into his arms, wipe my tears with his shirt and said :

- I want you, everytime you are sad, angry, happy, despareted, hungry, anything, to come to this rooftop and look at the stars. Because wherever I might be at that time, maybe Africa, maybe Asia who knows, the only thing I sure about is that I will look at the stars and always think about the most beautiful little sister ever.

- But if it is a clouded night and the stars are not there ?

- The stars is a methaphor Doudou (my nickname). Because even if you don't see me, you know I am somewhere. Even if the stars are not here, i still will be thinking of you.

To this day, where ever I happen to be, I always find a rooftop or something that look remotly like one and do what he told me to do. Always looking at the stars.