• Its 2002,december 12th.
    We walk down the dark and cold allys looking for food and a dry place. Our Father kicked us out a week ago. My brothers gotten skinner.So have I.
    I can't stand the cold, so i grab my brother and hug him for warmth.
    "Im sorry." I whisper into the wind.
    "Why does dad hate us?" My brother,dominic,said.
    I dont know. I thought.
    "Maybe....He's to depressed to take care of us right now and he's going to come and get us later,when he can!!"Dominic said with a hint of hope in his voice.
    "Maybe,Dominic,Maybe..." I quietly said back."he's been thrue to much. Mom dieing and same with the dog." I added.

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    Its Summer of '04 now. Dominic is very sick. Im scared. He's coughing and crying in his sleep. I put my coat over his bare feet and mine.
    I keep his coat on him.
    I'd rather die than him. I thought.
    "why wont-" *Cough* "Dad come and-" *cough* "Get us?" Whisperd dominic.
    "I don't know. And never will." I told him truthfully.
    "why not, Delilah?"He asked.
    "I said 'I don't know!'" I whined. "Oh,Im sorry,Dominic. I dident meen it, truly!"
    He started to cry. Then cough. Then nothing.
    "Dominic!!!!!"I started to cry.I checked his pulse and dident feal it.
    "WHY!! God,Please bring my brother to life!" I prayed. And said over and over holding dominics head in my lap.I still couldent feal his pulse.

    . . .

    That nice I did C.P.R on him 3 times. Then Carried his body to a hospital. They took his body. And I never saw him again.


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