I guess my parents kept him a secret because they didn’t want me to grow up knowing that the accident was my fault. I found out that he had been born a few months before the accident that took my father’s life. I had been so young at the time, but I still remembered the sound of the screeching tires and the crunch of metal. It had been my fault.
My parents had kept my little brother a secret, so I never knew he existed. I couldn’t help but wonder what life would have been like if he had been around. Would he have been my best friend? Would I have had someone to share my childhood with?
I felt a deep sadness in my heart, knowing that I had missed out on having a brother. I had so many questions and no one to answer them. I could only imagine what he would have been like and what our relationship would have been like.
I had a million thoughts running through my head, but none of them could bring him back. I was left with nothing but regret and sadness. I had lost something that I would never get back.
