‘ thanks. i guess what pisses me off the most is that i don’t even know how it fucking happened. ’ cue another swig from the bottle, ‘ he was a good kid. we looked out for each other y’know? then dad sat me down in his office one day, thought it was gonna be a lecture about not distracting him from the shitty family legacy he wanted passed down, but he told me i was getting sent away to brazil. fucking BRAZIL. and i didn’t even tell him why i left … so he probably just thought i … abandoned him. but i … i didn’t, ’ the back of her hand raised to dry away the tears that welled up in her eyes, though new ones just replaced them soon after. ‘ and now he’s gone and i can’t even tell him everything i wanted to. i didn’t even get to tell him i love him. he was the one thing that kept me fighting against our dad because i needed him to know that we deserved better than the shit we got. at least … he deserved better. but, christ, i miss him more than anything. i’d die right now if it meant he’d be alive again … and happy. more than everything else i just wanted him to be happy. ’