A Letter To Younger Brother

By Alee Chery

Dear Vicou,

Is blood thicker than water?

Or family more wicked than a stranger?

Always coming last, always coming second

You were the Prince and I the peasant.

Despite the ugly design, you and I were brothers.

4 days before my birthday we lost our mother.

She was the glue that kept the family together.

When I’m gone, you’ll see, who’s there she said.

Some days are worse, Some days better.

Cette la vie est misérable.

Oscillating fan of pain and sorrow

Constant symphony of violins playing a sad song

You may felt abandoned and lost for so long.

I did what I felt right.

2 weeks of silent visions, I left in the night.

My home became a chamber of secrets and lies.

Feeling like a stranger, taking flight felt wise.

I’m sorry if I hurt you, little bro.

4 days before my birthday we lost our mother.

On March 27, 2014, you were 19 and I was 25.

We still haven’t spoken since she died.

I’ve tried countless times to make peace.

Putting my pride aside

Because I missed my brother

Life’s short, no grudges in my heart

Letting everything go, I know there’s a possibility.

This is goodbye.

By Alee Chery