Brother had rushed home earlier that week holding a report titled ‘cancer of the lungs’. He had been a drug addict since he was twelve.
Mum and Dad wanted the best life for us, money they always sought to make. They hardly had our time, this negligence was his fall.
Brother grew worse afterwards, death was calling.
Dad seeing his only son battling death really pricked his heart.
“Son, I’m sorry we never gave our time when you needed it the most.”
“It’s too late to nurture me now Dad. I hope you look after Princess.”
They never did.