Okay so the worst day of my life is when, I figured out we had lost my baby brother. He had meant the world to me even though he was born into Heaven and not earth. I was at my dd's that weekend and I came home from school and my mom was in tears, she then told me "Your baby brother passed". It didn't help when my apparent friend said "My mom's pregnant and her baby is going to live". I cried for weeks on end. Although I don't think she was trying to come off that way, it still hurt. I felt as if it were my fault ,but I don't know how it would have been mine. That day my mom showed the birth certificate and the name on it said "Angel" instead of "Landon".
