Ever since you came home from the hospital,

despite your sharp features being different from my own,

I cradled you in my arms.

I was there for you when those mean girls judged your Asian features

at an all white school.

I was there for you when you came home with a black eye

and split lip.

I was there for you when I played Barbies with you because you had nobody else.

I was there for you when you shed tears over leaving for summer camp.

I was there for you when you brought home your first girlfriend.

I was there.

I WAS THERE.

I would be anything for you.

Your brother,

Your protector,

Your best friend.

But despite all of this,

You left me.

If I close my eyes,

I can imagine the skid of car wheels,

the glass digging into my skin,

before your life faded to black.

I still leave flowers for you, you know?

Please wake up.

I need you.