Broken

The worst wound is the scar in your heart. Sometimes, I wish you were still alive, so I could remind myself how it still felt like family between you and me, and that I wouldn't be alone in facing & solving bro and mum's argument. And that I wouldn't need to be my brother's "mother". I would know, there would be at least 1 person to hold my hand and tell me "Everything is fine, you don't have to worry about it". I miss you dad, now, more than anytime