My brother hasn’t been home in a few days.
He’s been living at a friend’s place.
“I’m helping him cope with his loss,” he says,
“of a little sister who was with him always.”
She was barely sixteen. She took her own life.
No matter how much I crib, I have to admit I’m pretty darn lucky. There is something to be said for being born a male in a male-dominated world. There is something to be said for being born in a generation where technology doesn’t scare me—but it doesn’t engulf and dumb me either. There is something to be said for being born in a culture where I’m allowed to find my own mate, but can also crawl back home with my tail between my legs and have one summoned for me.
There is a lot to be said for not having the media get to me.
That sounds like my niece.
She was barely sixteen.
She took her own life.
And her brother is inconsolable.
:)
J: Sigh. I am beginning to realise that the world is a lot more cruel than I thought it to be.