Im 12 and on the 5th May this year my brother was born. He is technically my half brother because we have different mums but to me hes my full brother. A few days later i got a phone call that he was in hospital and not doing well. He was 4 days old then. He had alot of wires and he was on a machine called ECMO because his lungs didnt work. My dad gave me a little octopus to remind me of him. When i got home, i made alot of things for my octopus and my brother like a box and bed for my octopus and a garland and small teddy bear for my brother. I saw him again 2 days later and he looked better because he had less wires. It was a tuesday and i stayed at my dads house that whole week. I saw him again the next day, and his arm was moving alot!! I was so proud of him, i 100% thought that he would be okay- that he was getting stronger. My cousins were staying with me at the time and they are spoiled brats. They are 6 and 8 but treated like theyre 2&4 and get WHATEVER they want. On thursday THEY came with me when i went to see him. I was really annoyed the whole time because they kept stealing the shine from my brother and i didnt get to spend enough time with him as i shouldve. That night i sent him a voice note and saw him on a video call and he opened his eyes!!! I knew he was getting better. On friday it was a normal day, we went to pick my other brother (11) up from my mums house then went to the hospital to see my brother. Except we didnt go to a hospital. We went to a hospice. We pulled in and i was super confused, my dad took me and my other brother (A) to a room and thats when they told us.
“🐻 died this morning.”
My world was flipped, i felt sick. I saw him and he looked like a doll. I dont have anymore space but ill try to put the 2nd and 3rd parts in the comments.
