zoewrites25
I sat down in my airplane seat, which was extremely uncomfortable. I looked over at my little brother, smiling and wishing I could have been there for him when mom died in the hospital that night. My mother had stage 3 lung cancer, and after 2 years of fighting she died one night when my brother was siting with her. I was at a late night swim practice. "She loves you, still." "I know, it's not the same though." the plane landed and me and my brother got off looking for my dad in the crowd of people."dad!" My brother shouted, running over with the happiest voice I haven't seen in awhile."hey dad." There was a empty room upstairs with only a bed. "It's yours to decorate."