We go to the door and knock.
My dad comes to the stairs and looks at us.
We walk up and hugs him. Both me and my sister start crying and my dad holds us.
"Its okay girls." He says.
"Dont cry its not good to cry at night." My chapan says.
We go into the kitchen to hug my brothers mom.
"Awwmee! Its okay girls." She says as she hugs us.
We go back into the living room and sit down. A bunch of people are sitting there.
"Theres food on the stove feed yourselves." My chapan says.
We get up and go feed ourselves. I couldnt eat but I still forced myself.
A while later me and my sister ask to see my brothers room.
We go downstairs. I get the chills because thats where he hung himself.
I had tears in my eyes.
So we go back up and sit down.
An hour later my older sister comes in.
Comes upstairs for a bit, then goes to my brothers room, sits on the couch and cries.
Me and my sister go down and hug her.
We go back up and sit down again.
I was waiting for my dad to go back to his house, so I could sleep.
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Sorry for the short chapters.
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RandomThis story is based on a true story. Im writing this story in the memory of: Marcally Junior Thunder Paul & Harlan Blake Singer! Still thinking of you two every day! Love & Miss you guys.