I got a call from my mom at 1:12am to tell me that my little brother had just died. There was no cause of it of because we don’t know how it happened. But from what I was told. Both he and my big brother were playing a trucker game with FaceTime. That’s all I was given.

This is the worst news for me because I’m down in another state and my family is up north. I’m trying to get my life back together but now I get hit with this news, it’s the worst! I know he and I butt heads but it never changed the fact that I love my little brother and now I question why god took him away from us?