"little brother?" short story by Nicolette Rogers

little brother

I was little when it happened maybe five or six. Even though it was so long ago, I remember it like today.

When I was two i had a little brother Owen was his name. A stillborn baby. That's what he was a stillborn. I thought I was the only one who could see him.

I thought it was him. I was playing in my room and saw him. So did my mom. When I looked at nothing and said aloud "bubu!" My mom got a look of terror on her face and asked who I was speaking with. I told her i was talk to my little brother. Her eye Grew in terror and bewilderment. I got up and walk to the wall he was once at and as i lay my face on the now padded wall. i snap back into reality. The padded door clicks open as a doctor comes in and hands me my daily pills.