My Mafian Brother

“Go live with your older brother.” My mom said as she was on her deathbed in the hospital, drips attached to her arms,even though the heart monitor showed stable lines. “My older brother? What?” It was confusing. Who was she talking about? “Don’t you remember? I once told you about him, once, When you asked about your dad.” She smiled at me. Oh! Right... Mom and Dad separated when I was really young, mom took me with her and dad took my older brother with him. “De-mian?” I said. I can barely remember him. The image of him leaving with dad was hazy but still, it was present there, somewhere in my mind. “That’s right.” She placed her hand on my cheek and gently caressed it, “Demian Black. Although you used to call him 'Ani' when you were younger." "Ani?" She chuckled," Yes, because of how much you loved watching those Japanese shows." "Ohhh." I don't remember. "No matter what, now that I’ll be gone, he’s your only family left. Stay with him.” “Mom...” I held her hand that was on my cheek, “Don’t say that!! I know you’ll get better!!” She gave me a gentle smile. Her last smile. Before she closed her eyes and went to eternal sleep.