Since everybody else is making a sad thread, it's my turn. I'm really touchy on this subject, but I feel like I should share this, for the sake of me On June 14 2012 I heard my mother crying in her room. I went upstairs to see what was wrong when she told me that this day was the saddest day of the year. I asked why, Then she told me I had a brother. I laughed, thinking she was kidding, then I was confused, thinking that he might have been taken away or something. As it turned out, June 14 1995, he had passed away from premature birth. The doctors had refused to help him, telling my mother that my brother wouldn't have had any hope. They didn't even try to help him. He wasn't named, but his nickname was Little Peanut I was devastated, and still am. I've always wanted an older sibling. I didn't know until my mom told me. R.I.P little peanut, I know you would have been the best brother anyone could have had I'm sorry everybody useless thread is useless. I just really needed to share this. Not for popularity or some other sick reason.
I was suppose to have a bro, however he died.... I never met or knew he existed til a while ago... To be honest I don't feel sad or anything... No use sulking, maybe we'll meet in tha after life, if there is such a place... ~DEUCE WAS HERE!!!!!