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A Love Letter To My Former Self
Ten years ago today, my life came crashing down. My dear brother had passed away at the age of 39. He was so young and vibrant, a very special charismatic man who made everyone believe in magic. The news devastated me and destroyed my world. After that day, everything changed for me. I became someone else. Life to me, had lost all meaning, and where once I saw color, now everything turned black and white.
I can vividly remember the details of that day. I was working at my desk one Friday afternoon when the doorbell rang. It was my youngest brother. It wasn’t like him to come over unannounced, so I immediately felt something was wrong. My mother was with me that day, she had come to my house for tea that afternoon. It was a quiet day. I remember there was a tranquility in the atmosphere, a time of peace before the storm.
As I opened the door to my little brother, my heart sank. There he was, leaning against the door frame, gasping for breath, barely able to utter any words.
“What on earth is the matter, darling? You look very pale,” said Mum, as she grabbed his arm to pull him inside.
Mum and I looked at each other, panicking for a moment, thinking something serious had happened to my little brother, who was 28 at the time.
