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when the surgeon recame from your room,i saw in his eyes that this damn car 4 hours ago has stoled my brotha...i can t cry cause our little sister is always looking at me asking "Why is he sleeping so long ? Will he awake soon ?" i try to answer but with my fist tightened i can only do a little smile and say " don t worry".I imagine you behind my back , put your hand on my shoulder and saying "be careful of her, she s so pretty...".
Now i m alone...an empty shell walking like a zombie...
Sometimes i went to the hospital to see you ...i tried not to cry but i can t stand looking your body on this bed...i walk through the room...wiping my tears...and decided to stop this machine that s trying to save you but won t success. i ve just unplugged it when i heared in the hall "don t worry he s in this room " , "thanks madam' " my heart stopped ...no , not her, not now... " the nurse starts yelling and my dear sister s looking at me saying with a little voice " What you ve done....WHY ? why ? " but i can t hear her anymore i can only think about this window and the voice that coming from outside " come....come and rejoin me..." i can t stop my tears and i walk till the window ....just to bend myself through it , just bend myself ...i felt my little sis hands trying to bring me back...i fall i fall ..i couldn t imagine that the wind could have a smell of death.