There was two siblings in my class. Both really did make an impact on the class. The older one was just a year older then the other. She was kind and had to deal with so many things, a lot I had no knowledge of. The younger one was also a woman but she perferred to be considered a male. He went through some rough patch times. Several days he wouldn't come to class because of overdose and suicidal attempts. When he did attend class he simply told the others that he did it because death was easier then continuing on in a life that didn't accept him. He laughed at his own pain, told the others that they were the most beautiful flowers. Though when he wasn't there the sister always was in class except on days she just couldn't deal with life. But everyday when she came in to class, she would be smiling and tried her best not to cry on her worst days. I've seen the look of total betrayal and missing love, they both wore it even if the others didn't see it. I only recognize this look cause I've worn it for many years. But one day the sister broke down in class just trying to explain that her brother wasn't in school that day. Several girls went to comfort her. It pained me so much to know she was going through this at such a young age. After class I had the chance to catch her, I had wanted to give her some tissues at the beginning of class but I was uncomfortable going in front of others to talk to someone I don't associate with. She gave me a weak smile, I offered her a hug. She did hug me, time was frozen in our interaction. There was something that said I shouldn't pull away first, so I waited. I don't know how much she needed that hug, but something says I did alright. I hope that she and her brother are doing alright.
