a good friend's brother
committed suicide.
This was January.
At my birthday party,
she fell asleep first.
This was April.
The rest of the guests,
myself included,
knelt around her curled up
on the floor.
I don't remember what compelled me
to do this, but
I leaned in, and whispered in her ear
that I was her brother.
She kept sleeping,
and I kept whispering
until she woke up sobbing.
I remember her tears the rest of the night.
I'm sorry Grace.
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