SOOOO THIS CAME TO ME WHEN I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CLEANING MY ROOM. ANYWAY HAPPY MONDAY AND MEMORIAL DAY IN THE US.
No…
No…
This could not be happening. My mom sat there crying. I clutched the letter to my chest. No. it had to be a mistake, someone else's remains in the box, but not his.
"Sissy, why is mommy crying?" I looked at my little brother, his big brown eyes full of innocence.
"Come here." I said. He came over and I pulled him into my lap.
"Where's daddy?" He was always asking this question but this time it was different.
"Daddy's brave, but" A tear fell from my eye, "Not even he can sit next to an exploding bomb. Daddy's not coming home."
He wrapped his tiny arms around my neck and I whispered to my baby brother hardly a child even, "You're the man of the house now."
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