My life was simple, yes it was a little hard and I had a lot of responsibilities but at least I had my brother.
My parents died when I was just 16 years old. Matt was 10 years young and I was all that was left for him.
My life consisted of taking care of my brother and making sure he got all he needed, giving him a normal life, the life he deserves and needs in order to grow up into a good man.
The first two years after our parents died, it was hard. We missed them so much. Whenever Matt had a school event, or whenever I had boy problems, we missed them.
I tried to hide my emotions, I didn't want Matt to feel my weakness since I was his strength, I was the person he leaned on. And if I was weak he would have been like that too and I didn't want that.
I had to drop out of school to w
