December 1st 1981 My mothers first born child was born .. his name was Kevin A. Miller .. ever since he was young he got bullied , because of the way he acted . it was true he acted feminine but thats whats wrong with soceity that was nobody business but his . as he got older and he got in mor fights he mastered Fightin to where he would badly beat people up . and thats how the bulling lowered down ..
as the years went on he still got bullied , but it was jus all talk , me and my brother didnt really get along , and we always use to fuss and fight and try to get each other in trouble . but he had to watch me as mymother and father worked , the only good thing is he sleep during the day till like 1:30 so its like i was home alone . then hell make me food and get in the shower . then by then my mom would be home . but some days ill keep him woke so hell be cranky and try and beat me , or fight me and tell my mom to beat me or tell her the bad things i did like last week that he said he wasnt going to tell just to get back at me , but thats just what brothers do ya know ..
it wasnt until june 27th , 2009 that we had the best big brother and little brother day and he brought me mcdonalds we went outside we watched tv and played games . but that didnt stop him from going out that night . and i think it was a friday so my mother was at bingo and i had to goto my grandmother house . and i hated there i never have phone connection it was supposed to rain which means no electionics because a tower my shock me lol .. So i begged him not to go just until mommy got home , then he can leave , usually ill rather just goto nana house . something about that day i just didnt wanna go ..y
so its 10:30 and my mom asks me do i wanna come home so i say yes . So she comes get me and i goto sleep in my own room with my phone on lol ..
* June 28th , 2009 * 3:42 am hous phone ringing * ring * *ring * my cousin angel was on the phone , mom starts crying sister comes .. aunt comes to pick them up and they leaves ... comes back home stil crying ... morning comes turns out my brother is shot , i didnt think much of it im like he good maybe its his leg and it finally dawned on me to ask my mom is he ok and ........ He's dead .... still didnt cry , still didnt really hit me ..
Turns out a girl from his childhood was picking on him again and as that got into a alltercation she pulled out a knife and he wasnt scared so i think she called some guys to come and fight for her , but it turnsout they jumped him .. and remember what i said he can fight so he was beating up all THREE guys and one guy told the new guy in the gang to get the gun from the car and he went and as my brother shirt was pulled over his head the guy pulled the trigger and the bullet entered his forhead exiting behind his right ear ... :(
Funeral day everyones crying and im just sitting there .. my uncle sung , some lady sung ... and we did this thing where everyone put $2 in the casket because my brother was always asking for $2 and then they called people up to speak and it was my turn .. and as i spoke i realized that he was really dead and i will never see him again . an i began to cry and all of that
The moral of is part of the story was to tell you that this is my motivation to never give up . My brother fought till his death , and i will do the same ... as long as he's above me guiding me ill be fine ..
I Love And MIss My Brother Dearly <3 :(
